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Stephen NelsonWater MythsWithin you the ocean, and the rains refreshmy walk along the burn to the retail parkwhere my writing hand is dipped in ink and coffee.The wind on Canadian waters is the...
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AG DavisPASTUREthe head is a covered sinmandrake has babied her aired release ori'm not usefulabsolute failurehidden groundreddish juicefor nothingleprosy continues to flowthe state of religion...
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Jesse Glassfrom The Complete Gaha Noas ZorgeI will not show you poems, because there are no such things, but I will produce before you enactments and images, which are imagined to be poems, in the...
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Erik Fuhrer[the treebutchers]the treebutchers made 20 hits a daytheir hands calloused like the bark they eat twigs consuming their killscannibalism is a thin red line especially when the treebutchers...
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Marcia Arrietareflected through pastures & sketchbooks & flowersthe bear sleeps in the canoethe moose walks up the mountainI water the treesperspectivetranscend demands impetus sail pencil...
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Owen Bullockoriginary push the noise away father and son through the desert light comes from many directions one looks at the other’s ink blots wondering if they’re better first learn rules of...
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Edward KuleminEddyEdward Kulemin:- an artist, poet, author of many art-projects;- an organiser of various communication creative societies (KEPNOS, Group of Unknown Artists, Smolensk School of...
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Miro SandevMusik by Rilke, the remixfuss peels duke nab eh? do irk the garden kings fee feeler shredder, flews tender be fella fuss peels duke nab eh? see yeah diner sealer verve ink Zeehan dense stair...
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Gavin YatesMy formerly woodsclose about the stitches of hysterics, without cucumber; [he] porcupinemore at Google. Rivals blackberries:co-authored. Before grossing to relaxants white Ford powders the...
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David KjellinvoyageDavid Kjellin is an experimental and visual writer. His work has appeared in Timglaset, Otoliths and Brave New Word and been exhibited internationally. A chapbook of visual poetry is...
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Michael OrrDegougerMichael Orr is a father, husband, laboratory technician and visual artist, so far forever residing in Clarkston GA, USA. He has been experimenting with asemic writing, experimental...
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Tim YoungsO ceano yellw boat     at restin the harbur otransprt o me     awayfrm o the shre og o sail abrad...
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Jake GoetzPersonal locatingit’s about 10am in Pig Cityhot lemon water in the yarda crow cries and i look up for a planebut only see the blue roaringfuriously the Aloe Vera’sgrown heaps it protrudeslike...
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Meryl Stuart Phairsweepstrainsbullet wholefound in the raindropsMeryl Stuart Phair is from Stockbridge, Massachusetts and is currently a sophomore at Mount Holyoke College in South Hadley MA. She is an...
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Katrinka MooreNight Road to TornilloPower LinesWindmillGateNight Road to TornilloAgents move the children in the middle of the night without warning so they don’t run away Where are they taking them...
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Martin EdmondThe Cashier and the Assistant BookkeeperOn the first pages of the Margaret Jull Costa translation of Fernando Pessoa’s (or Bernardo Soares’) The Book of Disquiet (Serpent’s Tail, 1991) we...
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Joyce ParkesInsteadThe click of insteadis not heard byan owner of a gun.Having one aim only, intenton hitting a target,focused on destroyingits subject,a gun gives the shootera body withouta mind able...
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Tess RidgwaySpring poemWhen I die I want you to rub clay,red rubber mud, all over me & then swathe mein Paper Bark, flaky reams of itcake me up & close melike an umbrellaso I’m a tan cigar of...
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Connor StratmanUntitledmornings spent waltzing across nailsI couldn’t stoop lower to a lowerversion of selfnor yet losethe other selfno self, yourselfno one’s comingback for it After A Line Someone...
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