Let's fight the fash.

 

with Caroline Hagood, dan raphael, Tara Campbell, and Marc Vincenz

by Antoine Prince
Chillin' at the Drop, Wonderful Woman

by Carrie Beene
,

by Jamie Chiarello
'The Center Cannot Hold', Oil on panel, 8" x 10", 2025, 'What the Shoreline Was', Oil on Yupo paper, 5" x 7", 2024

with Wendy Taylor Carlisle

with Aileen Bassis

by Martha Zweig

Anything the dark
says goes:
for instance someplace downcoast (it says)
a risen flamingo stalls, cramps
on the air & drops out of all resplendence.


by A Sardine on Vacation

And look what Calvin spawned: evangelicalism and apocalyptic craziness. The Catholic Church has meant to prepare the people for the Judgment Day but is not trying to hasten Armageddon.


by Vincent A. Cellucci

left my family
left my friends
left my house, jeep, and harley
left my kush uni gig & a doctorate degree (in the making)
left my poetry community
   my beloved new orleans


by David Lawton

That rain forest isn’t making anybody any money
and we see a quick buck in the clearing of it
 
One banana, two banana, three banana, four
With labor this cheap, we can tally many more


by Michael Thériault

She looked up and down the aisle to see who might have observed this. The older woman interrogated another label. The small dark inverted dome of a ceiling camera watched, but at its angle the bulky jacket should have blocked any view of the theft.


by Karol Nielsen

I can see Chere, hip Chere,
with thick, long brown hair,
t-shirts and faded Levi’s—
grunge cool before
Starbuck’s set up
its first coffee shop.


by dan raphael

What is the value of surrealism, of surprise? Do we get better at dancing with/among the downpour, choosing when & when not to, do we get tired—what’s the balance? The balance may come in the variety.


by Martha Deed

One of the children will lose her daughter
in one of the towers on  9/11.
 
One of the children will run a huge publishing house
selling best-sellers about 9/11.


by Tilden Culver

He had kept the tooth pressed into my palm the whole time, and now it stuck there in a skin-pit of its own carving. The blood had all but dried. Watching it, I was momentarily convinced that the tooth was moving, shaking somehow by itself, but I came to realize it was, in fact, my own heartbeat...


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