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— from Gravity Siren–(soon to be) published by Beautiful Days Press Pre-order it here — By Monroe Lawrence đź‘Ť
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— from MAINTENANCE 2–published by Thousands Press Buy it here — Sally Boyd is a poet from Colorado, and the founder of THOUSANDS Press. She is the author of five previous works including: Maintenance (2016), Carrot (2021), Life’s For Joy (2021), CortĂ©ge Baby (2022), and Bitch Cathedral (2025).
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— from Sparrow Issue 17 (February 1974) — By Tom Clark đź‘Ť
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What garden is that which extends on a steppe for kilometers, and which can be seen from satellite? Among the trees the plants expand while the trunks pass and thicken against the wall. Imaginary space is entangled in the vines hanging in front of the stained glass before the light.…
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There is a truth that is loudAnd quacksBut I am a thoughtful girl strandedIn a dirty truckDrawing ovals with my mindThe lake is nearAnd floraI am decadent, I amChildish with my hands placed in my lapAnd I am thinking ….. with my handsBut I am growing oldUnder this imaginary eye…
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Piss, urine, urination, the possibility of pissing everywhere, of not pissing, urinate, and of urinating, and the possibility of urinating, of choosing to urinate or not, of choosing where to urinate, to know not to know, to be able to urinate, but to have the power within yourself, to have…
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—from Another Longue DurĂ©e—-published by VallumBuy it here—Ian Cappelli’s work has recently appeared, or is forthcoming, in Best New Poets, Beloit Poetry Journal, Bennington Review, Image Journal, The Iowa Review, Smartish Pace, Blackbird, The Florida Review, West Branch, RHINO, The Cincinnati Review, and Palette Poetry, among others. His chapbook “Another…
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about the sun again. got up with his pants around his ankles, spilleda coke can full of ashes. split his toe on a rock. said, the sun! oh heyeveryone the sun. lit another cigarette. hacked into the sink. a widetooth comb and out the door. fanny pack around his hump.…
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We like getting erased inside the musicAt the river where youth is so vertical Sublimating to the sound Of an 808, a bead of sweatOn the idiomatic jawOf a dead popstar, a rabbit crouching Beneath rifle sightsAll the birds shine like ghostsFloating into the open mouth of eveningAll the goth…
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— from Issue 4 of What Happens — Ariel Schettini was born in Quilmes, Provincia de Buenos Aires, in 1966. He has published three books of poems: Estados Unidos (Buenos Aires: la marca, 1994), La Guerra Civil (Buenos Aires: Norma, 2000) and La media sombra (Buenos Aires, EloĂsa Cartonera 2019).…
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