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Social Contract

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February 2013

Les Kay

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February 2013

Formally, I and the undersigned— What? Use, like Mama said, your imagination if you still have one where scripts still sway like spring- hipped...

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February 2013

Redacted, Redacted

Les Kay

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February 2013

Here the censorship, which you’ve taught yourself, is self-inflicted (low sugar, low fat); it begins with the swinging shadow...

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December 2012

Off-Season

Miles Klee

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December 2012

As a boy I went on a strange vacation with a friend. His parents took us, I can’t remember why,...

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January 2013

Three Poems from Strawberry Aftertaste/ Ostateczny Smak Truskawek

Genowefa Jakubowska-Fijałkowska

TR. Marek Kazmierski

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January 2013

  * * * zieleń jest zielona   z rana przymrozki   czujesz to w ziemi   w białej...

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November 2012

Mr Minotaur

Simon Pomery

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November 2012

Hey Mr Minotaur, so red, so neatly hunchbacked on account of your thick neck, ready to headbutt victims to...

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October 2012

Bacon’s Friends

Stephen Devereux

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October 2012

Always got caught out by their shadows: Stuck to their soles like monkeys on trapezes, Cellophane fortune tellers curling...

Saint Anthony the Hermit Tortured by Devils

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October 2012

Stephen Devereux

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October 2012

  Sassetta has him feeling no pain, comfortable even, Yet stiffly dignified at an odd angle like the statue Of a fallen tyrant, beaten...

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September 2012

Moscow - Petrozavodsk

Maxim Osipov

Anne Marie Jackson

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September 2012

  Mark well, O Job, hold thy peace, and I will speak. Job 33:31     To deliver man...

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September 2012

Letter from a New City to an Old Friend

Cutter Streeby

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September 2012

Letter from a New City to an Old Friend     [SEAside          Gra-                         –i.m. Ronny Burhop 1987-2010                                                                      ffiti]...

Interview

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September 2012

Cutter Streeby

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September 2012

The first time I think I saw Robinson? I’d have to have been leaving Yucaipa. He was on an old bike, a rusted, duct-...

 

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