Psychopomp
by: Seth McKelvey
Music by: Chelsea Rice
when you say that the most effective method of reducing the number of elderly people diagnosed with cancer is to stop diagnosing it altogether
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Poems
House of Compassion, House of Memory, House of Change
by: Sarah Cooke
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House of Compassion
a diamond in the flesh –
flash of light that
mingles with the sunrise or
set.
WATING FOR THE FIRE TO GO OUT & SELF-PORTRAIT OF THE WOULD-BE CARTOGRAPHER
by: Harold Whit Williams
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WAITING FOR THE FIRE TO GO OUT
Each day we give our words to wind.
Watch them disperse among the wood smoke.
Words like yes, no, maybe, ornithology,
And the Spanish word for owl, which is búho.
The owl I saw as a child is long dead
But that doesn’t stop me scanning treetops at dusk.
Tonight, our dying star sun lingers in the live oak
And grandfather’s rifle is a twelve-hour drive from here.
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by: Brandon Arthur
it was beginning in the attic. air gulped. but we forgot and pushed me out. smoke pulled into the ashtray. months ended it lifting dirt into walls. sparrows squatted into burnt out bulbs so scabs would harden and there’d be growth. wind circled houses pulling minerals from pores. thunder stopped and there was something green. veins. you poured water in. it erased itself from you. geese blank in the sky. the flood fell out of it. a black raft above. mud was mud again.
Cooker Gets First Hit & Palm Ghost
by: Richard Schwass
Cooker Gets First Hit
Audio on the way
Put your fishnets on Billy I’ll sell the tv for a one-inch balloon
He’s so ugly but I’ll do him for a hit
Cooker gets first hit
The mark at the bar
your everyday flit
Cooker gets first hit
Girl Riding Solo on a Tandem Bike
by: Scott Alexander Jones
This has nothing to do with Sisyphus
or the curve of your clockwork calves.
If I ask whether you pedal uphill
in evasion of sunrise
or pursuit of sunset
I need you to know that
the Buddhist in me still bites nails
which expand at the exact speed
of Pangæa’s glacial explosion across the sea.
The speed of the sky is 1,040 mph-
But you’ll have to ditch your bike to fly
Old Ghost Woman and All Her Blues (for guitar and 2 voices)
by: LaVonne Natasha Caesar
Old Ghost Woman She Say:
Nobody wants me.
My momma don’t want me.
My daddy don’t want me.
My baby don’t want me.
My man don’t want me.
My body don’t want me.
My country don’t want me.
My god don’t want me.
Nobody wants me.
Axioms
by: Henry Rasof
1. Tao Is Out
OUT<->TAO
2. Illusion of Self
I AM<->MAYA
5 excerpts from: n7ostradamus
by: Travis Macdonald
Certainty II Question 66
Through great darlings the caravan escaped:
In a short tinge great his flounder changed.
In the pallbearer the perch are trapped,
Through good omen the clairvoyant besieged.
Certainty III Question 29
The two networks brought up in diverse plaids:
Naval bayonet, landmark, fauns fallen:
They will come to be elevated very high in making wardrobe
To avenge the inlet, engines succumbed.
Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, and Late Night Box Poems
by: Vanessa Bormann
come over, he said
over come
you’ve got 12 hours, he said
but between 2 and 9
there are only 7
but I didn’t question
I wanted 12
so I drove, rainy
A1A sleepy after Saturday
to his 1st Street paradise
a campground, he said
setup in his living room
and I haven’t done this
me either, he said
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