Eric Kocher

Conan the Barbarian Considers the Wheel of Pain

a barbarian in my own mind.

We Who We Are When We Are Talking At The Party

We are burning heaps, pyres where no one is buried

Florencia Remembers the Elephants

No one, not even the assistant manager, knew what we were going to do

Asymptote Lane

we are approaching.

John Milton Ensor Parker

Event Horizon

Emily Toder

Reasonlessness

in this struggle we grow alone

I Tried

I destroy those around me? I buy a ladle

George Eklund

Sanctuary

The garden is planted under the hidden eye.

Motes of Orange

I have waited all day to be held In the air as if I were a trumpet made of sand.

Poema for Lawrence Welk

Considering Lawrence Welk and all those pregnancies.

Lily Hoang

TERMINATOR

Emil is a liar. The Adriatic is cold. I feel the snap of its water on my legs.


Poem: 115 DEGREES

A Paper: Great Gentile Athletes of the Early 1970s


Ricardo Cortes

Darrin Doyle

Eyes

She had never known if they were real, the memories.

Mouth

The lamp clicked. Black detour.

Neck

The mother: stopped humming. Your father is a Christian.

Carrie Hohmann

ALTOONA IS STEALING ALL OF OUR GOOD STUFF

Breathing’s almost the same you say.

JANUARY ISN’T A BEGINNING

I want to stop writing your name and sitting in the sand is only half the solution.

Tony Rauch

1186-b

Then, just out of curiosity, I step up on a rock so I can see what, or who, is in the basket. I stand and look down as they solemnly pass. And sure enough, it’s me, dressed in my work clothes.

the race

“Quick son,” he huffs, bending to pick up the hose, “They’ll be back. They’ll be back in a minute”

Ray Kass

Keith Leonard

A Brief History of Photography

She breathes the deep rot and thinks moss me.

Ramshackle Ode to Alternatives

where’s the joy in shouldering night into workday

Wind Elegy with Ash From a Burning Map

I was boarding the windows with plywood.


Matt Hart

from SERMONS AND LECTURES BOTH BLANK AND RELENTLESS
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January January

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Maybe the stars have actual mouths, those lights of white matter

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The last thing I said to you was sorry in a hurry

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The young boy’s tooth coming loose in the park

Ashley Lamb

John Brandon

The Spy

"If it’s true sometimes, it’s true enough for me.”

Toni Wynn

Paradise

the memory annealed

Big Grape (late term)

lobs the word ’scuppernong’

Bang on a can

Nickel click, ah, do.

Brian Trimboli

The apple, the mouth, the what it destroys.

Night Phlox

I couldn’t sleep. We share this, he told me and I was happy to know.

from Opera

The Brothers, Perdendo and Perdendosi

Come down come down and I will ask you where have you been

Creation Myths - 10

Somewhere down by the boat-factory incredible things go unnoticed.

Creation Myths - 1

“What am I about to forget?”