by Brian Conway paunch extended shirtless, seated sippin’ on some beer yoga-panted vim and velcro suddenly appears wroughtly potted straining sunward flocks of foliage leaves aflutter living purdah sloth and vigor quarantined and overeager I thought […]
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by Alexandra Gipson
“I grew up in Plum, a funny name for a funny town/ whose gaudy purple trash cans display the words/
“One Great Big Small Boro”/ with pride, as if this town has something to be proud of.”
by Mike Schneider
Spend! Spend! Spend! Spend!
says the lady in billowing purple
& gold pajama pants & flip-flops,
shuffling east on Carson at 15th …
by Ellen McGrath Smith
“I have leased out my soul to these animals, no strings attached save their promise to keep being foxes, living on the fringe of the mess we’ve made, scoring petty carnage … ”
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by Michelle Fossum
“Last night I dreamt That Tom Hanks was my houseguest. His neighborly limbs were/Too long to fit comfortably within our walls,/ Having grown smaller somehow. Is it because of the quarantine,/
I thought, or was the house always this size?”
by M. Jay Kardon
“How do I tell you…/ I read poems in a/ patch house, Vesta 6,/ poems that celebrate/nature read in a house”
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by Lisa Pickett
“There they go marching down Ingram Avenue dressed as little monsters and witches in the annual Halloween Parade. Prancing back on over to Resurrection Sunday hunting for those Ingram Park golden Easter eggs.”
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