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 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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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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