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All articles filed in Poetry
“Lights”
by Dakotah Jennifer I am painfully aware of how alive I am… or am not. I am painfully aware of things ending & beginning. I am painfully aware of tiptoeing down the hall at night. There is no hall. There is no night. Those back roads are the hall. The highway is the hall. Life…
Read Moreon seeing a beggar in Harvard Yard
by Dominick Knowles Dominick Knowles is a queer poet and Ph.D. student in English at Brandeis University. Their areas of study include modernist literature, Marxist critique, and the poetry of the radical Left. Their essays have appeared in Viewpoint Magazine & Modernism/modernity Print Plus; their poems have appeared in several independent publications.
Read Morelike moon rose
by Dominick Knowles half moon rising like a like moon rose, dusk cooling a clamshell of dust that settles around the earth & the dusted earth flinches. see the beveled medford moon risen like a dish of yellowed bone, or a piece of amber come loose from the sky. trace its beams past the Maoists…
Read More“honey, ash”
by Dominick Knowles a splinter of light piercing me from behind–– i move like a humbled bird across the floor. i’m writing poems again with god’s upturned palm against the back of my thigh. a sweet wind like honey and ash coats the latitude of my throat, lungs & stomach thick with the warm syrup…
Read More“Mother Earth Cries in the Pharmacy Drive-Thru at Walgreens”
by Nikki Wallschlaeger The unfoldment continues. The pills work less and less but she still gives them her name for the system, their valiant system, her phone number, her accumulation of points for consumable goods that will outlast her. Maybe it won’t end the way she thinks it will. There’s a long line ahead of…
Read More“A Lost Position” Â
Nikki Wallschlaeger People get lost as they can be long as they are willing to go, and then they ask to go further. Give me a leader, they say, we want to go farther than before, so a new leader is created out of their ignorance from the deepest blood cut. New leader gets in…
Read More“Monuments of the West”
by Nikki Wallschlaeger First, the official narrative requires official heroes, strong men in service to the Republics. No matter what these men must appear to save the essence right on time. The official narrative was never in any real danger, as someone pointed out, gold as a metal burns at temperatures greater than wood. The…
Read More“Terrifying Monsters in Major Cities Across America”
by Nomax Jodevaski Dew of the morning breaks air & sun, recalling ice. Forget all that now. Hello. This is not a poem. Don’t draw attention. A telephone number is encoded in the first ten words of this text, each corresponding by their length to each digit. The area code is three two three. The…
Read More“Five-Point Plan of the Florida Communist Front”
by Nomax Jodevaski 1 I hate chess. I won’t play if you can’t shoot dice at it. I’m no cyborg. Next 2 year at tax time I wanna see their hands move when they audit. Like, at Subway. I am 3 the lepus rex. We cannae die. A congregation (Pentecostal) will have a cache of…
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