by Kristine Ong Muslim – Portrait of a Sociopath 1 I do not know how to make a bleached heart sing, but I can count portable miracles while I sit in the waiting room. There’s the toothless one, the sagging, the bloated, the defaced. 2 Each grief is the price of a five-second laughter, I [...]

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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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