Issue 14.2 | Apr / May / Jun 2011
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Upon arriving back in New Mexico a year and a half ago, I unloaded my car from the flatbed trailer and was heartened to spot the dried seedpod of a locust tree stuck beneath my windshield wiper. It had likely lodged itself there when I paid my farewell visit to my mother in Niagara County. I put it in the back of my car, and it later ... click here for more...
Cover image by Chris Pappan
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The sun made new again Shadows of ice As vertebra cut through.... click here for more...
An assemblage fine And hidden: wooden
Shafts tipped with flint, Baleen boxes, women’s... click here for more...
A bloom of influenza Resistant to a blue Mass, a salve. Rasp And catarrh....click here for more...
See the child, standing in front of a payphone. Picking up the receiver, dialing, hanging up. His ankles dusty, legs, burnt brown, still tubby ...click here for more...
stark is the wood stove in the dark
its bulbous hull a womb
of popping embers
simmering corn filling the house
with a nutty perfume
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columbus endures
as an old lady
in the park
she wears robes
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east
the whole moon
burns behind jamestown
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feathery moths
flutter on the screen
unbearable
sounds of summer
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They say they look blue from afar,
up close they’re green & gleam
like scales of sirens.
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I left myself,
a heifer to her salt block, to carve hipbone.
Coxal deposits tinge dry. In the nape’s shelf
is a jar of salt:.
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Blue Nile, Astral Travelling, Mansion Worlds
Anyone of those old gems and
knocking them back right
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The fly touches down again on my living room bouquet I am sad to throw it out especially the buttercup yellow blooms ...click here for more...
I slept adrift in the meadow and later stumbled
up a staircase only to charm its pretty
owner, she invites me to stay,
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