Anyone will sound the fool in the story of how he was scammed by lilies, by summers. Very common, they’ll tell you, in the performance of good manners and digestion the world over. And how would you like being robbed of your name, only to have it...
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Irreverence Alone
Anyone will sound the fool in the story of how he was scammed by lilies, by summers. Very common, they’ll tell you, in the performance of good manners and digestion the world over. And how would you like being robbed of your name, only to have it...
Curses
on October 13, 2017 Let the fat-assed harvest moon Shake herself off the horizon To crush you. Let the Pacific breach the coast, The plains, the Mississippi’s dagger, And drag you back to the Marianas Trench. Let every ghost, frantic, sullen or...
Two Poems by Philip Fried
Statue of the Leader as Perseus Atop his heroic nudity, a soft cap, though rendered in marble, with rounded crown and a stiff brim projecting from below the logo MAGA now marmoreal. Transfixed by that severed female head, suspended in his left hand...
The Day the Dead King Spoke the Bomb
The day the dead king spoke the bomb Into the ear of the man who counts the fuses A Saturday, began like Friday had The man who flattens the graves chose his Favorite tractor from a row Of tractors nobody but him could tell apart The one he knew...
Two Poems By Patron Henekou in English and French
Dalva « Je l’ai aperçue, celle qu’on surnommait dans la cité « la créature » ou « Vivenda Ercilia, la diablesse », c’est selon, au moment où elle sortait de l’eau. Nue, de la tête aux pieds, insouciante de tout danger. » Les enfants du Brésil...
Excerpt from Crowded
Good-bye, Big Dipper; good-bye, Pleiades; goodbye, Orion, good-bye. Underneath this dome leeching its incandescence into the sky, the “what’s that? what’s that? what’s that, what’s that?” of the modern trade in attention disorder, our faces booked...
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Irreverence Alone
Anyone will sound the fool in the story of how he was scammed by lilies, by summers. Very common, they’ll tell you, in the performance of good manners and digestion the world over. And how would you like being robbed of your name, only to have it...
Curses
on October 13, 2017 Let the fat-assed harvest moon Shake herself off the horizon To crush you. Let the Pacific breach the coast, The plains, the Mississippi’s dagger, And drag you back to the Marianas Trench. Let every ghost, frantic, sullen or...
Two Poems by Philip Fried
Statue of the Leader as Perseus Atop his heroic nudity, a soft cap, though rendered in marble, with rounded crown and a stiff brim projecting from below the logo MAGA now marmoreal. Transfixed by that severed female head, suspended in his left hand...
The Day the Dead King Spoke the Bomb
The day the dead king spoke the bomb Into the ear of the man who counts the fuses A Saturday, began like Friday had The man who flattens the graves chose his Favorite tractor from a row Of tractors nobody but him could tell apart The one he knew...
Two Poems By Patron Henekou in English and French
Dalva « Je l’ai aperçue, celle qu’on surnommait dans la cité « la créature » ou « Vivenda Ercilia, la diablesse », c’est selon, au moment où elle sortait de l’eau. Nue, de la tête aux pieds, insouciante de tout danger. » Les enfants du Brésil...
Excerpt from Crowded
Good-bye, Big Dipper; good-bye, Pleiades; goodbye, Orion, good-bye. Underneath this dome leeching its incandescence into the sky, the “what’s that? what’s that? what’s that, what’s that?” of the modern trade in attention disorder, our faces booked...
Kill All the Bats
Fifteenth day under lockdown, twenty-second in self-isolation, and I had already lost most of my muscles. Not that I was a wrestler before that. Not even a fan of that violent sport. Sports like wrestling are based on fake hatred. And fake or...
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