by MK Punky
At his funeral
they say he came full circle
his life a grand improvisation
swirling past bel canto opera
to Korean hip-hop
making unscheduled stops at unmarked stations
slumming with the dregs and meeting presidents
Forrest Gumping his way to freedom
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by Wren Tuatha
We turn to walk back to our blanket
and you mention dating profiles
that say love walking on the beach…
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by L. Noelle McLaughlin
Nobody went to work this week
The whole world has the flu
You soup me and save me and gatorade me
I have no choice but to rabbit you afterwards Continue reading
by Tom Laichas
No other creature
inks its skin
with song lyrics
or studies stars. Continue reading
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