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1 - Christian Brown
2 - Thomas Piekarski
3 - Thomas Piekarski
4 - Gerard Sarnat
5 - Jenna Cardinale
6 - Jenna Cardinale
I’ve been inside
all day. The folds in
the curtains form
I can see through them,
detail everything I’m not
I hear the weird
whispers slipping out
of the old radiator.
This is a tenement.
This is New York.
This is a kind
Enough with the fear
of doing. Of not doing. Do.
Here, the female
form is a broad door
leading toward so many
All this Melting
it’s been suggested
I practice being
a mermaid. Understand
the servility of it.
So much waving.
Like a beauty queen
or a wife
of a head of state.
It’s a complete workout.
And who doesn’t love
the way long hair looks,
dancing around the bubbles
of this long exhale.
It’s a particular aesthetic,
like your appreciation
for the way I am unable
The kidney cage.
No longer the world as we know it. No longer bright
orb in a unique time. It has spun out of control, guns
ablaze with spite, nations stiffening the pace toward
contractual genocide. Christians trundle out of caves,
St. Peter who was crucified upside down a bit actor.
Civilizations torn by bombs, desecration widespread,
warheads glorifying God with their furious whining
above everyone’s heads: discoloration of stone walls,
walking across a bed of white-hot coals with no shoes,
a man and wife hand-in-hand traipsing down M Street.
The North Sea swarms with whales, serpents, sharks
and Gorgons wanting reprieve. The Baltics stockpiled
to the sky with hissing missiles. Cyber spies converge
at the point of no return. Tangent winter weeps for fall.
Winter weeps and sparrows mate at the frozen equator,
the long shadow of a glowing lantern cast upon our sun.
Suck it up all you saps enlisted in Mohammed’s army,
we dash your brief souls, reap thunder from the wind.
Our minds have many wrinkles, have been through this
before between incarnations of rock and blood, empire
and fiefdom. Demented fiends torture, lie, murder, smash
our collective conscience, and we’re invalids standing by
while innocents get disintegrated. These events manifest
as rivers of misery roaring through our garden of delight.
The serial liar once perceived
as a pillar of democracy
is the prime proponent causing
the proletariat backlash
against oppressors who raid
with reckless abandon.
Revolt is the only solution
in the evolution against evil.
Evil will swallow the people
unless they fight back, rebel
and send the plutocrats packing.
Compromise is no option,
plays into the hands of betrayal:
you want to reach out and embrace
the contrary view for what it’s worth
but then receive a lance in the back.
The serial liar isn’t silent about
his revanchist policies, replete
with threats, treachery, onerous taunts
meant to stultify any unified opposition.
Nobody will blame you
if you opt out, cash out now,
stash every dime
in a hope chest
and pray for the best.
Hermes textile patterns, how to draw two sunsets and the undulating walls of the great cave.