Art

Six Poems – Anthony Perillo

Personal War

 

I dream of battlefields

in the pitch black of night

where only gunfire serves as the light

If I had a family

surely I would long for home

I am the dancer

I am the finicky eater

I am the prisoner of war

All I know of you is from

secondhand stories and photographs

but I bear your name and so I live

vicariously through you

 

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Three Poems – Sophie Ruth

1)

I know what you tell the soil but it’s all made up
I felt you turning in my belly
i felt you twitching in my pussy
Is it possible to keep a live baby in my body
Is it wrong to keep a baby alive from my body
I know what I tell the moon but it’s all made up

2)

milk doesn’t grow on trees but i could still feed you

i expect that me and a 50 year old man in thick jeans work boots and a meal from the gas station feel the same way in our hearts

except his meal is still defrosting and he has slush on his boots

3)

Have you ever felt a keyboard that was thinner than a sheet
Have you ever been inside a cave so deep you saw where the caveman sleeps?

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Two Poems – Lee Levinson

Notes on Frequenting Trapdoors

 

We burn through water like it’s blood, so say goodbye to your familial ties.

I will gut your rotisserie chicken from inside you with a double edged costco card.

Best you don’t get too complacent in your jissom tinged opiatic drawers;

curtsy cute like and sit in shit.

Impending orgasmic tickles are a falsehood;

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Two Poems – Carrie Laski

this poem was not about you but then suddenly it was about you

 

neutral carpet

nothing to hold

kill kill kill

lawn chairs in the living room make me

lose

my flame for everything

but sleeplessness feels fine!

opiatic and thin

I want nothing but dustless surfaces

to trace in the afternoons

when the sun is falling down through the stairwell

did you know?

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