by Donald Pasmore
I don’t want to hurt you but I have needs—I will take
your eye at the optic nerve and your adulthood has been Continue reading
by Donald Pasmore
I don’t want to hurt you but I have needs—I will take
your eye at the optic nerve and your adulthood has been Continue reading
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by Kathryn Jordan
It was a holocaust play based on photos.
We saw the photos on the huge backdrop.
Bureaucrats, lawyers, doctors, secretaries. Continue reading
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by Joshua Zeitler
Puberty
and cars and trucks
obviously and trains
from time to time
he heard coming
but never saw
loving the rush
of air how he could Continue reading
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by Claire Scott
Look:
the three headed dog stands guard
snarling and snapping
serpent tail flashing
swollen tongues slobbering
toxic slime Continue reading
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by Anna Egeland
I
After Jeff Wall
Bullet-proof vests hunched over cardboard boxes.
Black latex fingers sifting through papers,
a permanent marker poised, ready to label
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