Month: February 2026
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A shower? With decadent candles?? You must be confused,me for someone else, that kind of thing. Thank king of things,please tell me what the dice read. Hmm… silence. That’s alright.I’ll take it! And put it all on red. Somebody showed me the way,the foolproof method to win at roulette and…
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— from Issue 2 of Rampage Party — Matt Broaddus is a Cave Canem fellow and author of Temporal Anomalies (Ricochet Editions, 2023) and Deeper the Tropics (BUNNY, 2024). His poetry has appeared in Afternoon Visitor, Copenhagen, mercury firs, and Rampage Party Press. He lives in Colorado and serves as…
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I come from a long line of womenwho love Soviet drugs who know dancingis only something you can do alone who are so so goodat scratching backs and singingon command Two fingers in my mouthdon’t make me gag anymore I always rememberwhat I’m working for There’s nothing like having a…
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discs singing we copped multiple robbers cropped // it’s fungible riptides wung // to sand what storm we bring it thing it // englishes us gushing out in grace it ate us did deflate a resurrection if what ingratiates sustains — from c̶y̶c̶l̶e̶ ̶h̶u̶m̶–published by Sistrum Books Sold out? There…
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peaksand the city -wan massof WritingMarked withweeds. Certainly squirrels live in the woods hung sleep quelled the rioters marbleminor rods of airsome quiet bird nothing for pride light boats performor a harbor a lightprint to foundpaper the land magic made of paperprocessed other cornersrolled seclusionsspentflung vineyards andoyster bedselectricarea wrinklesseminaries area Wrinkles the bath the bedthe formal ox the cartthe grown mountains peeled yourrazor edged between from the map everything by small gray Light and warded drama…
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It’s in the home where dreams grow udders.The milk of which is sleep. It’s in the homewhere mouths grow avenuesof milky, sleepless air, and it is in the homewhere we grow udders, and we touch our husbandswith the dead arms of our grief, the milkwe cannot drink, the dreams that…
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The distance between the mirrorand myself is a cloud of clouds.But nothing raining today,just my reflectionsshooting each otherwith dream bulletsaround crowded corners.Fruit exploding in the political,revolvers emptying of little Kants.I ducked into a meat marketto escape the delugeaccidentally disappearedfor weeks. Came back cleanas a cucumberas odorless asmy mirror egos.Mechaskypenis throwsa…
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In this damp branchchanneling mist, this ear followsthe sun in its arc, trying to sortknotted threads of radiationafter watching an old man C knows bleed from his gashed head becausecops shoved him to the pavementoutside city hall, most ofBuffalo Common Councilbelieves they are surrounded bybots, believes, in their hearts people…
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你来了带来了我爱吃的药还有可口的明天我该怎么来感谢你呢给你药吃给你一个喑哑的梦还是陪着你失眠来感化你的绝症 1999.12 — You cameBringing my favorite drugAnd a delectable tomorrowHow could I ever repay youTo give you the drugTo give you a wan and wordless dreamOr to stay up beside youAnd soften your incurable fate — from the Fall 2025 (Second Fall) Issue of Common Place Poetics — Li…
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A king scattered seed-like if daring to love booed down his whole life roiling in terrorDrunk to the gills beneath the absent delugeO clarityEscape ladder of eyes into eyesTowering timbers echoing the bricked warmth of black snowThe color of cold the warmth at seaSeed-heave the soft-bodied mollusca these legs mountains…
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