Category Archives: Our Poetry Archive

5 poems by Cassandra Dallett, 2013.

Begird no bird Frankly, I find them distasteful bones too thin meager and easy to crush feathers too dusty I prefer soap and water for my plumage. Me, all flesh a loaded shell, round smoothbore shotgun. I’m big boned like … Continue reading

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“Wired” by Perry L. Powell

Blood on the street hero departed taxi in a hurry with hydras all around– you find no help here. Future waiting gone to his grave the worry through the week bozos stealing bronze so you take your flowers. Call off … Continue reading

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5 poems by Justin Blackburn

You Are Not A Normal Human Being You are not a normal human being. I know you You know you You have beautiful dreams you are fulfilling You wake up everyday on the ceiling And inspire your desires to radiate … Continue reading

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5 poems by James Babbs

Good Days & Bad Days I’m out of bread and need to go to the store I could use some toilet paper and a refill of liquid soap if I do end up going I’ll probably get some Doritos maybe … Continue reading

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A.J. Kaufmann – “Project Citadel” (New Polish Beat, 2012)

Project Citadel: five visions of the structure “Move Your Wings” To the poets, who thought to the readers, who consumed to the tribes, who wandered… Sandosa sent me who is she? what form – and the rosegarden hums – a … Continue reading

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5 poems from Michael Aaron Casares, 2009.

Obtusely Abstract Distant curses in the sky have swollen, soften and trickled by. Gone distant rants against the wind. Nothing shrill inside this pen. Obtusely abstract, arbitrary, disconnected thoughts from humanity. Delivery indirect, not meant to speak like conversation or … Continue reading

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6 poems by Neal Whitman, 2010.

Icicle Triplet glazed deck –– the redwood bench hung with icicles rain put me to sleep my dream in Morse Code morning icicles still in my jim-jams coffee and cinnamon toast javelin icicles __________ Frozen in Time The White Dog … Continue reading

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