Please Punch Me – Emily Wilson

  I got punched in the face at a bar and now blood is gushing and I can’t find a way to get the blood to stop falling from my face. Two days ago a kid got shot here for saying “Hey Susie” to a douche who is insecure about his masculinity being violated in […]

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Sad Interval – Nooks Krannie

  The first time I walked into the third floor apartment, my fingers were wet. You were unboxing ceramic kitchenware – a parting gift from the last of you to my current black eye. All I could hear was the woman nextdoor talking in a high pitch muffle. I sat on the floor and then […]

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Creep on Creepin’ On – Joe Bielecki

  Gravel squelched and shook the cold night air. Cretinous cretins craned their necks to glance at me, obviously disturbed by the noise or my visage. But they: sore covered and forever wilting into the barrel fires that they warm their wool sheathed hands in, were far more fearsome looking than I. I was just […]

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3 Poems – Daniel H. Nadeau

  christophe colomb the smell of wet cedar, in the alley that sundown orange that left the east green, storms rising and blowing through   and the rain coming down, the old copper roof of st. cecile singing   we fight about specific actions, about the definitions of words   and secret counting undoes the […]

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Re-purposed – Provolone Sinatra

  When we met you were angry. You felt as if the universe had cheated you from a proper life. Of course, it had not. The dice were rolled the same for you as for everyone else. “Look, I already have thirty two years done with,” you say, “I am not starting over.” You pace […]

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The Mortal Injuries of the Saints – John Trefry

    —Abbo Abbo Abdas throwing him from a rocky precipice, decapitation, murderousness, stabbing and bleeding out, sawing the living body, laceration with shards of pottery—     —weaving his arms and legs through the spokes of a wheel atop an upright pole, lashing one foot to one hand and hanging from this bondage, in lieu […]

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Six (Short) Poems – Mike Andrelczyk

  Horses   Two horses   Two horses in a field   Fucking In the wind   And staring Straight ahead At nothing       Almost Ghost   I want to be a ghost slipping along unseen in a hoody down dark green alleys   I want to be a ghost ghostwriting ghostwords on white […]

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Crash Reunion at BART – Joe Grantham

  Who puts Jesus’ mom in a bar? Bill Owens wondered. In some ways it comforted him. It was nice to have Mary keeping an eye on him while he drank. He turned his back to the statue in the alcove above bottles of whiskey and tequila and staggered out of the 24th Street Bar […]

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