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May 4, 20243 min read
It Could Have Been / Anthony Gedell
Ballgame Decided by a collection of losses And foul play Walk off homes These are not your father’s cigarettes or his funerals His...
Apr 20, 20241 min read
Encounter with a Church Going Woman / JD Clapp
Blow a fucking bubble With my chewed gum soul Tell me again why My ears ring an Ancient wash tub Beat in West Coast Rap syncopation Take...
Mar 1, 20241 min read
Post-industrial / Timothy Dodd
these crumbling buildings lose their language; so, too, our lives in the whip of vehicle mob buzzing by as if to a utopian space colony,...
Feb 27, 20241 min read
Fishing Just Below the Arctic Circle / JD Clapp
Water and rock for twenty minutes The Great Ice Road unfrozen indigenous villages always in long view, smoke of trash fires the only...
Feb 22, 20243 min read
The Way Down / Anthony Gedell
Another day coming home Carrying an internment camp Growing desperate for that dirty bomb Confetti souls So that the children will see Me...
Feb 12, 20241 min read
God Always Opens a Door / Rusty Barnes
when one closes and the wall of unopened entrances sits hard against the conscience of the holy man waiting for that opening to envelop...
Feb 11, 20242 min read
White Trash Hell / Anthony Gedell
Been through the breakups and the shakes Anchored my young heart Cold waves crashing on defaced shorelines All the clamshells have been...
Jan 30, 20244 min read
Big Shoal, Coal Town on the Big Sandy (1918-1949) / G.C. Compton
I Let us not forget how the rails came to Big Shoal on the strong back of the Negro, the Italian and Hungarian, on the sunbaked shoulders...
Jan 29, 20241 min read
Dear So & So: Suicide Groupie / Rusty Barnes
An idea trafficked about on the Net: that all one needs as a suicidee can be found in the mirror’s stark gaze. It’s not always that way,...
Jan 26, 20243 min read
DTF / drevlow
A man named Jordan Benjamin keeps saying hey big boy, hey bubba, until I turn around. He points at his name tag: Hello my name is JORDAN...
Jan 25, 20241 min read
The Curse: A poem / Dan Russell
Stuffing her mouth with chicken and dressing And warm yeast rolls she wished she’d made, My mother pronounces I am a blessing while Under...
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