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Two Poems by David Dephy

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by David Dephy

I will never understand the world where:
The Life is the Death.
The Death is the Love.
The Love is the Lie.
The Lie is the Truth.

Three Gertrude Stein Inspired Poems

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Rudy (after Gertrude Stein)

He’s senile.
He’s a scene
I’ve seen
in Aisle C.
He sees the Nile
in Aisle C.
See the scene of the Nile
Seen on the isle?
See the sea
seen in Aisle C?
The sea near this isle
isn’t the scene he sees.
but the isle he sees
...

Four Poems by Margo Taft Stever

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by Margo Taft Stever

Every year, American factory farmers trap sows in cramped crates;
they birth and crush ten million piglets under the weight of their own bodies.

Three Poems by Uche Nduka

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By Uche Nduka

partly because love
travels through much
of these lines

ears & glyphs follow

something like a rash move
& various kinds
of self-denial

Four Poems by Küçük İskender

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Introduction by Dr. Serdar Taşçı, Sociologist

İskender has written frank, brutally honest, and sometimes shocking poems that push the limits of social norms. He has created profoundly philosophical poems with a unique literary style. He is a poet who deserves to be translated to many world languages and read widely. What Pink Floyd meant for world music is similar to what İskender means...

La Strada

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by Veronica Golos

The woman standing at the door of her hut. Blazing sun, the air clouded with insects. The girl, you, skinnier than in the film, hungry thin, owl eyes; blistered roads, never meant for auto or truck or

tank. The silence here is heavy, another burden, the girl, you, thin as whitethorn. Threshed from your own flesh.

Three poems by WILLIAM CODY MAHER

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by William Cody Maher

You can know the Star Spangled Banner by heart
You can know what happened to your kids
What happened to your town after the flood, after the tornado,
after the life was kicked out of you
You can know a little or a lot about American history

Eight Poems by Carla Carlson

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by Carla Carlson

You have to wish me a happy birthday,

Claire says after her analyst says

“look what Duchamp has done

with his individuation process!”

Six Poems by Wayne L. Miller

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by Wayne L. Miller

A cabinet of curiosities lined with mirrors,
my arm enters, my hand grasps a rattle
that was laid next to a pewter fire witch,

crooked hat, eyes wide, hands up,
before dust encased the objects
and spiders made their home.

Eight poems by KETTY LAROCCA

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by Ketty LaRocca

i inevitably repeat myself and i suffer
i say that i’m the reporter of myself and others with
some extra neurotic variant and that makes it okay?

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