Fail
By Thom Young
I am the American
failure
kissing the sky with a manicured
lawn with skeletons
buried in the back yard
two point five brats
staring at a dull
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Opioid
By Bob Carr
A top shelf bourbon
a fused stack of spine
the Vicodin sticks
in my throat going down
on my back I listen
for that sparkler sizzle
a bloom at … Continue reading→
Note to a Bojeski
By Nkosi Nkululeko
“I remember how I died. It was so simple!” – The late Thomas James [Bojeski]
The shallow end of a river yearns for rain. That much I know. Stilled, with echo’s … Continue reading→
death speaks to the child of the immigrant
By Adam Hamze
did your mother & father
really think that leaving
would keep you safe, from me
how foolish of them to think
i can’t drain the light
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Wondering Where Death Went
By Sean Akerman
Ten years ago today I was in Paris for the first and
only time, and you were not there. Your face was none
among the people I saw at Gard … Continue reading→