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Convoluted Truths at the Teachers' Lounge, The Trouble with the Erotic, and On Being Told I Am Cryptic
by C. Derick Varn, March 2008
"I sip coffee, and, like
a propaganda poster,
I smile."

as i decide my fate, the exit ramp, and me, myself
by Anne McMillen, March 2008
"when you had that thing in me
                                             you were blacked out,
you wore your secret secrets as a crown of sadness drizzling
                              onto my tits, covering me with hidden questions"

cala lilies in the east, you think you've seen everything, and the guy who fixed my heater this afternoon
by Justin Hyde, March 2008
"dad was just
standing there silent
unopened beer bottle in
his hand."

Lots of Guns But No Shovels, The Blackness, the Oil Spills, and Some Bodies So Badly Decomposed They Didn't Have Fingerprints
by Lyn Lifshin, March 2008
"if you find an arm,
is it a body?
four mangled houses
pancaked on the rail tracks"

Promises
by Leigh Herrick, February 2008
"she was kissed by the river
she was kissed and taken up
like her kissing god
like her saying goodbye "

Six Visual Poems
Jeff Crouch and Diana Magallón, February 2008
Diana Magallón is an experimental artist: http://cipollinaaaaa.blogspot.com
Jeff Crouch is an internet artist in Grand Prairie, TX. Google "Jeff Crouch" to see where he's been on the internet.

The Industrial Poet
by Joe Balaz, January 2008
Joe Balaz lives in northeast Ohio. He is the author of Domino Buzz, a cd of music-poetry available at www.JoeBalaz.com. He is also co-author, with photo-artist Mary Ellen Derwis, of JOMA—online, an online gallery of concrete poetry and photography. His recent work has appeared in or is forthcoming from various publications online.

Blow Rock Poem
by C. J. Laity, January 2008
C. J. Laity is the publisher of ChicagoPoetry.com and the organizer of the annual Chicago Poetry Fest. Jim DeRogatis of the Chicago Sun-Times calls Laity "a major figure in the city's thriving poetry scene."

The City: Fuck dat Nigga in Da White Hat, the way it is, and and we have been fighting already
by Ananda Selah Ősel, January 2008
"and the baby swimming in my junkie cousin's belly
will be the one I drink and fight with in the future
and what will determine whether we drink or fight
is the length of time we have been fighting already"

Each and Every Day, Atmosphere, and Faces, and Sometimes the Blood Is Thinned by Water
by David LaBounty, January 2008
"who have
learned about
love from
porcelain and
magazines"

Aye, Aye, Aye (or, Giddy Up, Christmas), Sensory Loss, and My Great Aunt Dot's Prosthetic Eye
by K. R. Copeland, January 2008
"I hear the hellish bells, the hallelujahs
of carolers crooned ghoulishly off-key.
You're killing me, I scream at the performers,
in my morbid chord — a bouncy B."

The Gone Scarf, Red Velvet, and Lost Black Velvet Scarf
by Lyn Lifshin, January 2008
"as love becoming what
isn't love so sneakily
gone you never notice
what I loved was gone"

On the anvil of action and Hit the dry side
by Steve Ben Israel, January 2008
"walking west on fourth street
and as I hit Washington square east
I notice people running and screaming
in all directions"

ThE TwisT......stripped.
by JamieLepore-AKA-brace, January 2008
"Take my wrists...lead..me.."To your Dance Floor"!
Suffocate The Sinks 0f my truths
Stripped to my lesson
DAMM You're so Smart"

Waiting
by Eric Smiarowski, January 2008
"Do you think she'll fall for a line like that?—that I only have long term relationships except for a dozen or so but they were all friends on some level even if only for the moment—and what of the orange armchair in my living waiting room with the tv on and the radio on and the refrigerator right next to me exposing every white Hotpoint stain under the blistering bare bulb sun"

the gross overestimation of the inherent value of human life is highly delusive
by Kurtice Kucheman and Anne McMillen, January 2008
"they blame
tobacco, booze, drugs, homosexuals
anything to ban, scapegoat or tax"

Nalchik Headline, Double Entendre, and Snow Globe
by Nour Merza, December 2007
"Russian Forces Take Back Nalchik
From Militants
     Black smears
With guns, Russian Special Forces,
Await action outside a fiery shop"

first communion, sidewalk bar on the first real night of summer, salvador, bahia, brazil, and we have no past
by Andrew Dugas, December 2007
"We have no past —
               the Old Courthouse
               burned down years ago,
               people still talk about it."

Debtors and The Sea
by Christian Ward, December 2007
"Everything in this world
is a debt to someone
or something. We feel
them calculating interest"

the texture of the bleeding and ass to mouth poem
by Aryan Kaganof, December 2007
"i'm having hallucinatory flashbacks
trauma revisited
living on faith's corner, permanently on the streets"

Forty Eight Hours to Comply and Possibility Is Archaic
by Eric Smiarowski, December 2007
"isintegrating slogans, signs, skin and bones
No black mask just mass black
delivering hell to us so we can stop working so hard to get there"

One Version of the After-Life and The Dating War
by John Grey, December 2007
"My brother says the devil's more into smells these days...
sulfur dioxide, skunks, socks, rubber plants.
Take a dip in a sewer, he advises,
before you decide to screw someone over.

tome to boy in tomb and X
by Kurtice Kucheman and Anne McMillen, December 2007
"who knows what took place? certainly
              the author's credibility is easily dismissed
              by one clenched lid look into a
                       casefile"

Zombie Park #2
by JamieLepore-AKA-brace, December 2007
"the Psycho
the Weedhead
the Downer
the put ME! down---er
THE DROWNER OF SPIRIT"

eleven eleven
by john e, December 2007
"i remember - don't remember if i talked to you or someone else
told you goodbye or told someone else
i had told you goodbye there had been a maxi skirt and a pocketwatch
and Odessa through wheels of fire later i had the staten island ferry alone"

!DRUM!
by Tantra Bensko, November 2007
"The vibrations we are making form the smoky clouds
In wild concentric circles, spreading out around us,
Breaking in one spot,"

In the Alley of the Blonde Iguana and Pretty Please
by Shane Allison, November 2007
"With a thick dick in my mouth
Hands grip a milk-white waist.
Down on my knees
Pulling him deeper into me"

The Pig-Girl is Bored and Take in the Indestructible
by Ray Succre, November 2007
"so she whittled the west redwoods into women,
vaulted the ceilings of unquestionable Montana,
she stayed late in cities, then slept
by the departed gods of New York,"

The Eye of the Seed, Days of Carbon and Joy, and Where the Girls Are
by David LaBounty, November 2007
"he is tiring
of the grind
of school and
soccer and violin"

Haven't You Ever, Like I Have, Wondered, Seeing Alfred Eisenstadt's Kiss Over and Over, He Said It Was the Slimy Algae, and Have You Ever Finished a Book,
by Lyn Lifshin, November 2007
"Did the remembered taste
of those lips help blur the
colorlessness?"

High Holy Day in Harlem - 9/21/07 set 2, evening, and Globe Unity / a Musser
by Steve Dalachinsky, November 2007
"night has become a city without margins
at the height of the heat of some renaissance
on harlem's edge"

Baby, Your Hand, Horoscope:, and In the Room on Baltimore Street
by Wendy Taylor Carlisle, November 2007
"It was the tang, the sweet
slide of pain into the head,
the gasp caught under the rib cage,
the way skin felt hot and taut,"

Crashby Station News, Rainy Day Women #12 & 35, and Spectacle of the Prophets of Phallopolis
by Nicholas Karavatos, November 2007
"And the scribes and Pharisees brought unto him a woman taken in adultery. And the man that committeth adultery with another man's wife. You will fight against the Jews and you will kill them until even a stone would say. And when they had set her in the midst. Even he that committeth adultery with his neighbour's wife. Come here. They say unto him. The adulterer and the adulteress shall surely be put to death."

stains, night, and stasis
by David McLean, November 2007
"maculate money cuts through me
like a scythe through grass
or children's puny arms"

I Write, Therefore I Can and Gossip from the Small Press Internet Poetry Scene
by John Bryan, June 2007
"I heard that KIM authors her works with her initials after a spider bit her, causing a speech impediment
I heard that a comic strip is going to be made about ANDREA'S breasts fighting grime
I heard that AVERIL is actually cloned from a mannequin"

The Unknown Man and I Chose Life
by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal, June 2007
"You have been out in the elements,
sunburnt, feet bleeding.
What if you were the son of man?"

see some guy about a dog, Dust, and The Title Becomes the Poem
by john e, June 2007
"We can approximate the center of a line, a circle,
a guided missile, a reign of terror over or nearly so -
most any dead or killing thing, but never the center
of self or loved ones. How long the"

Never Shove Things in Your Ear Unless They Cut You a Pay Check for It, The Dodgy Blokes of Dyson, and Death Would Like to Sell You a Rolex
by Dennis Mahagin, June 2007
"Hoover wore
rum-colored pinafores,
kept studded dog-collars, fresh mint
silver dollars & Czech pedophile dossiers"

The Substantial Closing, 'That she, or anyone,' and 'The knife crossed the fingers at 1:00'
by Rofiah Breen, June 2007
"bring the body to a stop,
halt feeling,
that even the best of women
would have given in to"

the hepatitis monologues, rick died of cancer, and The Road Never Traveled
by Kurtice Kucheman, June 2007
"he talked about rehab, smoking crack, shooting heroin
oxycontin, all the girls in rehab he fucked, the cons
and the marks
all shit ive either heard, read, or done before"

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