all five faculties
what happens when you
don’t write things down
~Mark Gilbert
finding a soft spot in the icehouse of protracted pain
~Patrick Sweeney
tone in which the merchant said: we're not open
~Patrick Sweeney
the inner voyages of the bedridden sailor
~Patrick Sweeney
walking
between raindrops
white space
~Mark Gilbert
fire does not give rise to perspective
the birds don’t sing
autumn does not come
autumn from now on without legs without god without man
~Mykyta Ryzhykh
(Originally
published in BarBar)
I would know Tom Wait’s
voice
anywhere ...
all gravel and grit
~Jennifer Gurney
the universe is snow-winter
one day we will fall into the grave
slowly like snowflakes
~Mykyta Ryzhykh
clutter of neurons
thoughts
cling to the branches
~Mark
Gilbert
after a trip to
the joke shop near Grandma’s house –
itching powder strikes
~Jennifer Gurney
a million fragments
each one labelled
with a memory
~Mark Gilbert
evidence of rickets deep in the bone texts of the Shang
~Patrick Sweeney
Metzenbaum scissors for the cut of his jib
~Patrick Sweeney
sandy beach scattered clouds a fake puppy runs toward the camera in slow motion
~Mark Gilbert
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