I pick up the flat fledgling looking for the fall in purple fluid swell filling transparent cranium, dark blue blooming under the pink sheer of skin, so thin. There’s no…
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* * * * * * J.I. Kleinberg is an artist, poet, and freelance writer, she is a Best of the Net and Pushcart nominee. Her found poems have appeared in Diagram, Heavy Feather…
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* * * Come sit and empty your pockets, child, and let us count what we’ve got. We can sort it this way: for me, love counts. And cancer counts.…
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Stones I wanted to never feel hurt again so I attached a leash to a dog I borrowed for a controlled walk through a hot February in LA. We counted…
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1998 It looked hot out, Mom wrote. She’d been in the hospital for a week and a half already, all there had been to do was look out of the…
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PoetryThe Birds: portrait of the artist’s trichotillomania as crows (study for woodshed), andrew wyeth, tempera on panel, 1944
after Julissa Emile, Anita Dias, Golden, Brandon Melendez, & Valin Paige when under emotional distress, as with a cage that does not provide breath for its wings, a domesticated…
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Piano Quintet Petals aeronautics rumpling through keys, scorch score Quintet flew. * Vivify I’m going to vivify your lips Allusions, the French kiss Strum your violin strings In a Tenor…
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The most comfortable I have ever been In Black skin, Is lost in Sugar Hill Catching the 3 train to Brooklyn. When the doors close, I’m in an all but…
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Tender is the administration of night (for the Dutch poet Joop Bersee) I am Pompeii. There is a map in my hands. I unearth ancient scrolls. Better the devil you…
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⌘ Bluebirds Renting the Squash Studio A storm approaches dark energy bursting rumbling toward, I sit outside in my bathrobe and wait for the bluebirds to return to their new house,…
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nothin like being lonely at the gay club, and dancing anyway so alive so alive so alive, and I can feel all the ways I’m dying. but I dance dance…
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3 Poems from Benjamin Aleshire BENJAMIN ALESHIRE travels the world as a poet-for-hire, composing poems for strangers on a manual typewriter. His work has been featured in The Times UK, El…
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Our eight-year old had the flu last week, when it snowed almost two inches, which was almost enough for our snow removal service to kick in. I’d insisted to you…
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* * * There was a poem waiting in the dead bird on my car. I did not want to know it, did not want to know that death, couldn’t…