Poetry
from Kundiman for the Condemned
By Paolo Javierahlan wa sahlan note a poem o receive it here as it charades onto history's gauzy list
The Human Machine: 30 Chances
By Anna MoschovakisNo, in a shed under the machine You stopped brushing; then you resumed brushing
The Fallout
By Ann StephensonThe fallout mustn’t be monitored
Dead Black Men
By Paul KillebrewI won’t die at a party like this, falling over the contortions in my gut or floating over the whirlpool of cups...
For Beth Ward
By Paul KillebrewOne of my basic human dilemmas goes something like, Does metaphor contain us, or do we extend ourselves out into it?
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