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Hangin’ Out at the Git and Go, poetry by Jason Ryberg
Hangin’ Out at the Git and Go The moon tonight is the lone, pink sodium street light of one more no name, gas station / grain elevator town with no bar, no diner, no movie theater (since 1980-something), nothing to do on a Friday or a Saturday … Continue reading
Anna, Whose Last Name Is Covered In Lichens, 1851–1920, poem by Matt Prater
And I was there as well, I saw. My hands, too, went out and made the world. I did not only imagine the soldiers, I touched them. I soothed, with cool rags, the dying Johnny soldier; I soothed, with cool rags, … Continue reading
Kentucky Sonnet, poem by Chris Prewitt
Down past the moonlit bell tower Down past the road that ends at a mountain I come to know my body prepared to lose everything Father if I wore your blue suit to your funeral I don’t remember I met strange women … Continue reading
Poems by Jessie Janeshek
Country Music Yard’s bald of flood. Rain botches the night pours through Steve McQueen’s tomb, Tennessee louvers. I try to decide this tight vow, your parting since I can’t forget the look in his eyes when we fucked reading Nietzsche. He stayed inside me … Continue reading
Poetry by John Brantingham
A Memory of Smoke Today, these mountains are full of the smoke coming off of the summer foothills, summer being the moment of fire in California, and we who were trained about the horror of forest fire by Smokey Bear in childhood and … Continue reading
Poems by Daniel Crocker
City of Bones the worst thing we've ever seen Robert Bowcock, environmental investigator and colleague of Erin Brockovich (speaking of Leadwood, Missouri) I. The bones broken bleached cages just down the street the new weeds grow a strange green The solution to cover lead … Continue reading
Sestina for a Powder, poetry by Joshua Michael Stewart
She’s listening to the clock—the heartbeat that mocks the blood that pumps inside this house. She clicks her tongue in time with the sound that knocks against walls, and mimics heel-to-toe boots on redwood floors. There’re knickknacks to dust and soapy dishes … Continue reading
Retrieve, poetry by Michelle Askin
How did you ever think you would justify anything as good, after abandoning her for sweet prayer in a stone fruit orchard or wonderful deed saints you held in the knowing? How about your holy hand to try art: cupping chopped off chicken heads … Continue reading
Newbie Down Undah, poetry by Dennis Mahagin
After the Narcotics Anonymous meeting, they stopped to chat under a maple tree in the parking lot; she said to him "so… you wanna get coffee at the IHOP, hon?" He replied "awwww … some place, yeah, but really, anywhere, but there." … … Continue reading
