by Adam D. Week
I eat berries for breakfast in the morning, an orange slice
in four bites. I learn the lyrics to La Vie En Rose and Whatta Man, Continue reading
by Adam D. Week
I eat berries for breakfast in the morning, an orange slice
in four bites. I learn the lyrics to La Vie En Rose and Whatta Man, Continue reading
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by Pepper Trail
Bluefin tuna, first quality, spiked through the brain,
frozen hard as stone, flown to Tokyo, sold at auction –
one million dollars, eaten wafer-thin, slice by slice. Continue reading
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by Michael J. Morris
I wrote to you of tusks but never
the rumpled cracks of the grey skin
that protected a calm beast. You wrote
to me about tails, just tails, as if
no body would ever attach to them. Continue reading
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by Richard Schiffman
When he called a month later,
I asked him how he was doing,
and he said, weeks of hell, weeks of hell.
And I nodded, though he couldn’t see me.
No doubt he nodded back (ruefully
I suppose) And that was that. Continue reading
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by A. J. Bermudez
I love a Western.
Give me sky & land
sun as a doomsday clock
whalebone stays & fourteen-inch waists
whatever’s for dinner’s whatever you shot Continue reading
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