The game of erasing yelling
By Scott Ferry
It started one night, the 10,000th night of fighting,
M and I began to soften the ribs of the clock,
to allow miscounts, delays, skipped clicks of the fingers.
After the Carnage
By Tom Daley
Venus and Jupiter colluding
in the cool tureen of the summer solstice.
And the killer with his pageboy haircut,
resolute as dusty jewels or red pepper,
the myrrh of his indignation
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Now that we’re done with our post-election scream and our Pushcart nominations, it’s time for us to begin decelerating for the holidays. But don’t worry, we still have a few goodies before the year’s out, as well as some big … Continue reading→
Those that don’t learn the lessons of history are doomed to repeat it. Consequently, those that do learn the lessons of history are also doomed to repeat it, because honestly, we only need to watch … Continue reading→
Mirror Of Light
For Sara Teasdale
By Bobbi Sinha-Morey
On the lap of earth petals
of light quivered upon her
grave, her spirit hushed
like love that had been
tightly sealed away, her
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