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“Harbor Town in Plague Years,” “Russian Poets,” “East Liverpool, Ohio,” and “The Dead at Noon”

Harbor Town in Plague Years Scarlet, white, and green, Fluids of every shade, Mix among the crowds Swarming and teeming Towards the docks Where ships…


“Verbarian,” “Lawlessness,” “Tempus Fugit,” and Other Poems

Verbarian Slippery lovers ameliorate their omissions by catachreses or misuse of meronyms. Peddlers of phrase aren’t bucklers of breve. Anatomy of…


Alcohol Drought

It's three o'clock in the afternoon; Linda is standing outside the red wooden cottage where John and company are inside sleeping, not having awoken…


Food for Thought

As a young expatriate girl in the Middle East, I waited for the weekends with inexplicable anticipation. I’d spend the whole of the week conjuring up…


A Visit from Stuntman Steve

Steve, a professional stuntman, and his manager Desmond were driving through the city in Desmond’s 2011 four-door-extended Jeep Wrangler en route to…


“Citysummerscape,” “Bad Name,” and “Cleaning House”

Citysummerscape Sun shower, concrete haze, umbrella dance routines, sandblasted day dreams. Rain-bowed hypodermic, needles intravenous from Mars, too…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: Bedtime

I sent this to you and you didn't like it. People always say that no matter what, your parents will support your art. But ironically, that isn't true…


Louche Empire

He sniffs his fingers and eyes the waiter. Our church has no bells. They call it virtue signaling, this thirst for recognition. What is this hunger?…


The Muse

Music: that's what this was all about. That's why I currently find myself staring blankly at nothing in particular on this dismal, gray, post-Soviet…


“Desperation,” “Hiding the End,” “Limitless,” and Other Photos

Desperation Hiding the End Limitless To the Mystery Who Really Know!