still learning to speak the language
of revolving doors

- leslie mcintosh
coriolis effect
leslie mcintosh

one man calls another
                                                         baby

                             though not in comparison
the alternative is to drown in silence
- matt longabucco
A word is a thought
- Dorothea Lasky
Whispering save me save me
- Dorothea Lasky
Death is a burnt mirror
- Erika L. Sánchez
How can I ask you 
to be kind in a world that isn’t?

- Erika L. Sánchez
the hours viscous
- erika l. sánchez
the “I” is forever 
insatiable

- Erika L. Sánchez
I write disappearing scut. 
I write rut. 

- Frederick Seidel
I am civilized but 
I see the silence 

- Frederick Seidel
O Grande Buda
Apenas dorme
Na primavera

- Shiki
O heart, O troubled heart
- William Butler Yeats
The Term
William Carlos Williams

A rumpled sheet
of brown paper
about the length

and apparent bulk
of a man was
rolling with the

wind slowly over
and over in
the street as

a car drove down
upon it and
crushed it to

the ground. Unlike
a man it rose
again rolling

with the wind over
and over to be as
it was before
If you really bug me
Then I'll say goodbye

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