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Poetry

Three Poems by Sushil Sivaram

Taxi Hears

Dogs have an acute
sense of hearing; Taxi
must feel sick
in war –
18, or 19 muscles move her ears;

the tear of rhythm, racket,
report of what, where:
Afghanistan, Gaza, Kashmir,
Dafur, Chechnya, in bed-
rooms and kitchens

where torn in wind, like flags,
paper cease-
fires rend, a topography
of skin, hair.
Mosaics of cities on fingernails,
carpet bombed,
she hides in cupboards, linen
bunkers –

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Poetry

Five Poems by Kenneth Kesner

i can’t wait here
her fate so alarming
whispers by every margin
origami in place
she statues lone where
i don’t know
where secrets come from
how they’re found
somewhere else
maps lie don’t they
hold a story
of the lost

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Poetry

Poems by Luke Skoza

The Tugboat

The anxiety that Jake felt about living his own life was a stunning live St. Vincent song that she re-arranged at the last moment; he didn’t want to live his life in any other fashion, and he had finally reassembled the shattered plastic pieces of his biological parents’ antiquated and myopic worldviews and had

formed his own vinyl record from these parts that transformed his hopes into a newly sprouted branch on a young tree; he merely wanted this branch to grow slightly before doubt started to demolish it and before he needed a five dollar martini with his friend John because this drink

was Tori Amos playing a single beautiful note on her piano that allowed Jake to briefly forget about his problems until a curator could place his hangover in the Field Museum, which urged him to think that life was a combination of piercing, exquisite, and somewhat painful sounds emanating from an electric guitar that St. Vincent merged with beautiful orchestral music that also

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Micro-fiction

Electric in a Dense World by Dan Hedges

Into ‘the thoughts’ we project bias at all moments, while we forge our word-trances, electric in a dense world of colored noise.  Metaphors are for phoring, and jousting at semantics at full charge.  Sustaining vision after the original shot of noticing ‘new spectacle’ and ‘new fodder’, is the key.  It’s in the sustaining of vision (and) in the follow through.  It’s in the ‘holding it’ just long enough so as to corral the flowing gaze at thoughts and give them agrammatical justice.  Whereas the past and future are of equal magnitude, the self at present sits at the very focal point of the conundrum.   Complexity infinitum passes through the self at volumes and speeds that cannot be registered or ‘dealt with’ satisfactorily.  To remain in a strong state of physical sanity (remember the orchids), the humanimal must settle with reaching out into the semantic storm, and plucking at only bits of the puzzle to hold close for observation and further wondering.

© Dan Hedges

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