by satnrose – TO REINVENT THE WHEEL jacked mugged and rolled every time I think I just can’t get no lower I found a bottom below the bottom broke broker brokest but still not yet broken I must go much farther than before even though I thought you can’t get no further how bad can [...]

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by Chris Crittenden Did I request thee Maker, from Thy clay To mould Me man? Did I solicit Thee From darkness to promote me?— Paradise Lost [X.743-5] driven by a bomb i never saw, maybe once in the womb, yet the force ricochets off disastrous years, dogging my memories no matter how fast they cry. [...]

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by Radek Ozog ILLUSIONS of stones (collage students bandits) i see city blocks buildings red as gum drop graffiti blocks fun stops when cops knock artist of street story’s if the red breaks could speak, downtown Ann arbor ! they would say they haven been abused buy deadly, bloody spray big parking lots near the [...]

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by John Grey The Window Without the window, there’s no outside, no tenement across the street, no traffic below. No pane of glass opening up the outside and it’d be just the two of us in the early morning huddled together under sheets and blankets in this birdcage sized apartment. If I couldn’t get up [...]

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by Stephen Jarrell Williams LABORING Poor men working the streets, their silence singing like gods under a hidden sky. —

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by Samantha Neugebauer Man-Men Her vestibule of memory, is the slippery port of call, where the doberman bark against the proselytized metallic salts and sing the failure of Hart’s Line to entice the frank breeched man– short coated and noble– who cripples the pearly wide butterfly of her female pelvis, yet fails to deaden the [...]

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