ROOMS BY THE HOUR
The slow, drooping unauthentic jaw.
Convulsions of apathy.
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Two Poems by Colin James
Two poems by Chris Bullard
Free Willy as a Cryptic Reference to Free Will
We freed it
from a sandbar a kennel insolvency an evil stepmother,
but the damned thing refused
Litter, by J.M.M. Carlson
i.
neon lights flutter nervously
in the oily sky
in predictable dystopian fashion
an interminable flow of men coalesces and
like sand particles scattered by the water jet of
light, disappears again, back into
bubbles of silence converging and dying
screams fill the air
an undertone of whispers beneath
Fabio Takes Me to the Cages Out Back by Jess Alfaro
I put on another layer of repellant and starblock. Fabio leads me from headquarters,
then jaunts off on his rounds. His arm points me down the path toward the newest find.
What hits me first: the lurid red faces, a striking contrast to their black bodies.
Not like other ones I’ve seen. Am I in the Amazon or outer space?
When I approach, some stay in the back upper corner, legs pulled up tight.
Others hang suspended from the ceiling. All of them stare, black eyes positioned
too close together on their crimson faces. Black hands wet with chunks,
fruit dumped in their trough, orange preferred over yellow or green,
The Eskimo Vaporizer, by LB Sedlacek
A telegram beeps across the screen:
“The Whirlpool Galaxy,
sculpted by wind and
radiation along with shock
waves generated by supernova explosions,
headed this way.
Two poems by rob mclennan
lake, serious
a ship to shore; constructed
out a tin man, last seen reading
an elementary curve
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“As Theatre Light,” a response to “Lunar Natatorium” by Greg Bem
Greg Bem read the excerpt we published from Nicholas DeBoer’s “Lunar Natatorium,” and was compelled to write a response poem.