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The Garden of William Burroughs

for Tom King by Denise Low Behind a hedge, poison ivy pokes three-fingered mitts through the orgone box. The backyard lot deepens into tangled sumac stems and wilted brown fuzz of asters. By the kitchen door a pond nurtures algae scum. Arrowroot leaves are hatchets. Hidden outside his window lies...

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Dick Dale Cures The ‘Rona

Originally published in The Rye Whiskey Review – online poetry 'zineAppeared in the 2020 anthology Thought for Food from South Broadway Press FOR JASON VIVONE Let’s just say you had a meltdown in the grocery store because your hands are so dry from washing and sanitizing that you can’t open...

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State Bird of Kansas

by George Paris Meadowlark intent on being   heard in spite of wind,   rises from modest nest   singing the prairie dry.   Unaware of election   to avian poet laureate,   makes allegro music,   few notes floating   in tangled air   disappearing in oblivion.   The...

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The Very Edge

Join Flying Ketchup Press as it releases its first collection of international voices in poetry. "The Very Edge" is an intense collection of urgent and inspiring poetry that brings together writers in English, Spanish, and French. It features New York poet, Anne Whitehouse, and Kansas Poet Laureate, Huascar Medina. Co-edited...

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1000 Words

Ben is thirty-four and a tattoo artist known for his lettering. People are always surprised when they first meet him. They scan his blank skin – his clear arms and neck, not a tattoo in sight. “Worse than a bald hair stylist,” Ben always says, and a courteous laughter pushes...

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The Lot's Fall

Beyond the winter swimming pool where the tarp caves in, its blue palm full of snow, is the matted grass and weed lot I am given each day at my kitchen sink window. But beyond that, where the grass falls suddenly, as if by earthquake or men with shovels, runs...

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Summer Warbler: Showano, Wisconsin

Dusk. After love we walk a teetering balance of summer twilight. A tiny dull-lemon warbler silhouetted atop a pole wheezes a melody— tiny fluff against sky blowing wind into a pipe organ of passion. Fragile bones carry ligaments and musculature, nearly transparent yet throbbings of sound pour through the air,...

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The Saucer

I just missed it. Just caught a glimpse of it, stretch the way I breathe out across the day. "I saw a tail dragging, leaving spaces burning in the blue; a saucer crossing my lines of view." "It pulled over across the grid, and dipped a bit as if to...