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I hang your clothes inside my eyes.In the round tart dirt November.Human spittle in the sky. Parrot assand growingly increasingspeechlessness. Where you areI know you are where, weeks alonewith Jenny Pencil, in the wilddecoded dark. In the burnt-outspider web-less. Lawn clippingsin a bag in a stoneware potin the yard and…
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Scene 1: FARMER pulls his TRUCK over on a farm road, the scrape of gravel on a turned wheel sounds FARMER turns to HORSE who is sitting passenger HORSE Do you tell your friends I’m a good kisser? FARMER Errr HORSE straddles FARMER, her back pressed against the steering wheel…
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In the dream I was covered by the fabric of the text.In form it resembled a lion and had the features of a hedgehog.The spirits feared they might be engraved in books, and that is why they howled at night.You shaped the water for answers to questions I could not…
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I may have pissed on the jellyfish preemptivelyI may have been under the influence of marzipanI may have confused love and liability againI may have accused my critics of nepotismI may have stomped the gadfly out of maliceI may have flirted completely outside of my centuryI may have fudged the…
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— from According to the Plat Thereof–published by Ethel Zine Buy it here (Poem also previously appeared in Always Crashing) — Alex Tretbar is a Midwestern writer and abolitionist. He is also the author of the chapbook Kansas City Gothic (Broken Sleep, 2025), and works in the Center for Digital…
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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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