by Phillip Barron
Come home tired walk in legs sore hungry
fold a sandwich and get one episode
deeper into the show I tell
no one I watch then scroll
and tap and read and when
I uncross one foot Continue reading
by Tom Laichas
No other creature
inks its skin
with song lyrics
or studies stars. Continue reading
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by Daniel Thomas Moran
At the delicatessen on
Henry St. in The Heights,
he was the senior counterman
at only sixteen years of age.
The 8th grade diploma from
P.S. 32 over on Union made
him the family scholar at the
brownstone on Woodhull St.
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by V. P. Loggins
You see her float like grief
from room to room, wearing
a dress of stars, all shining in
the light of the cocktail party
and the laughter of her guests. Continue reading
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by Robert Haynes
Sometimes I can’t help wanting other commuters
to think I’m shining into the foliar flush
where robins nest in the knuckle of a tree.
I wear the tweed jacket with elbow patches
ready to debate an essay. Oh sure, it’s just theater;
I’m just another nobody who rides the veins
of 30th Street with the ghost of a classroom. Continue reading
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