Month: July 2023

Poetry

I Want to Grab You by Your Short and Curlies by Dale Champlin

-after “I want to sleep with you elbow to elbow” by Joyce Mansour (translated by Emilie Moorhouse) I want to lie naked with my headtucked in the curve of your neckour hair braided like a riveryour hand on my assand my toes in the crook of your knee.I want to recline with your sexclutched between my thighssweating like a tall beerblissed-out as wild strawberries.I want … Continue reading I Want to Grab You by Your Short and Curlies by Dale Champlin

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Wing Shadows I Long to Paint by Angie Minkin

Ten minutes out to sea, the only knots on ropes,clove hitches and sheet bends, fishing knots, utilityboat knots, not knots of loss that melt as I stareat the bay, eyes searching for harbor seals, fixed on outcropscovered with cormorants and squabbling gulls, bird eyesfollowing pelicans swooping in squadrons; the sundazzling, broken only by wing shadows I long to paint,though I can’t paint, but I want … Continue reading Wing Shadows I Long to Paint by Angie Minkin

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Eyes Flash and Blood by DS Maolalai

explaining to my bossafter two weeks at emailsthat I think I’m not suitedto the job—not if I’m honestwith him and myself. rising like an eaglein front of his desk.like a falcon. a flap-upof pigeons. sky burning. words cannon-blasts. I’ve costus both money. been latevery often. hungover. uninterestedin canteen-room gossip. no—I agree—I am notwhat they’re looking for. go to hell, the flags signal,go bloody to hell.eyes … Continue reading Eyes Flash and Blood by DS Maolalai

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The Opiate Books

The Opiate Books Presents: Atlas, Bound by Victor Marrero

There are few poetry books of its kind. And perhaps for good reason. After all, a collection of this nature isn’t easy to achieve. For Victor Marrero manages to take a hyper-specific subject matter–Michelangelo’s unfinished “Four Prisoners” sculptures–and deftly expand it so as to apply to such universal themes as humankind’s endless quest for meaning in existence, its tendency toward self-imprisonment and the author’s own … Continue reading The Opiate Books Presents: Atlas, Bound by Victor Marrero

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Chocolates, Macaroons and The Little Sparrow by Amy Abdullah Barry

Hottening endless summer at a pavement café          your hand trembles          as you sip coffee,           “What do you think of me?” You melt back into your world,          I float in a dream          like a phantom whisper. Paris scent lingers.          Chocolates, macaroons and Piaf’s crooning—          perfect rendezvous,          a mysterious bond between us, and           there’s nothing we can do. Continue reading Chocolates, Macaroons and The Little Sparrow by Amy Abdullah Barry

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Empty Parking Lot, Hollywood, CA by Mike Catherwood

“LANA TURNER HAS COLLAPSED!there is no snow in Hollywood”-Frank O’Hara “Agnes Moorehead is God”spray painted on a parking lot wall; it’s a matter of faith, Joe says,while unrestcontinues, bodies stacked in reefer trucks,funeral directors flown into FLAand LA breaks caserecords where parents keep kids home from school,plates of spaghetti get cold, new cars are silent in garages,scam phone calls startle the elderly,numbers never stoprising;           where’s Endora            where the hell are we? Continue reading Empty Parking Lot, Hollywood, CA by Mike Catherwood

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Hot by Charlie Robert

Like A Loaded Nun.HotLike Your Cinnabon.Hot.Like The Midnight Heat.Hot.Like A Piece Of Meat.There Are Chances.That We Take.Cheap Romances.That We Fake.There Are Moments.That Are Real.Moments.We Appeal.Hot.Like Our Time On Earth.Hot.Like The Virgin Birth.Hot.Like The Devil’s Coat.Hot.Like The Shit You Smoked.There Are Lessons.That We Learn.Blessings.That We Burn.There Are Angels.That Bite.There Is Darkness.Light. Hot. Continue reading Hot by Charlie Robert

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