M. E. Muir

M. E. Muir

Wordhaul                                 He's called the portercleans the liftferries papers post protection Italy is home for himlike my part italian dadLivorno shipping to Lothian deep shelterforeign graveyards playing hometo Scots adrift loose language words that wanderto bandage alien limbs hang dictionaries on…

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Gerald Seniuk

Gerald Seniuk

HENRY WOOLF AT NINETY He had always beena secret agent man,or so it seemed,that it had ever been,that it never began,He just always was:the secret agent man. He worked from the inside, Doing what the insiders did.But we always knewthat he…

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Stephen Bone

Stephen Bone

Jammie Dodgers Not the virtuous digestiveor curlicue embossed custard creamor Communion taste of a pink wafer,but Jammie Dodgers, the ones to return torchlit lights-out,lidos, comic swaps, reels of caps going offas on Wild West horses disguised as bikes we freewheeled…

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J. Michael Freiwald

J. Michael Freiwald

transparency we can’t recall the speciesonly the date, our nation’s birthday. we extended our legs overthe open veranda whilea ring of acquaintance smokedpassing the paraphernaliaon the grass below it started swooping, a speck.enlarging and blurring in the exhaleswithout words she…

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Dominic James

Dominic James

Annie in Montana The sun dips. Brooding pink the mountain ridge leaks blood on inky darkness. Red in miniature brake lights settle flesh on the mantle of a parking lot, snow fresh, spindrift floating warm beneath the fender where, intimately…

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Naomi Wood

Naomi Wood

Escape Your birth will be a catastrophic ripeningThe price to belong to yourself will be theAntiques handed down to you-The lullabies of late night callsAnd all the excuses you made in order not to risk it. The counterfeit papers for…

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