By Kevin Prufer
The sprayed cockroach doesn’t know
it’s already dead.
It’ll scratch around
behind the refrigerator
while…
it’s already dead.
It’ll scratch around
behind the refrigerator
while…
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- By Anne Halsey1. Recent death of mother, keeps house for old father.No treatment; friends and amusement.2. Shock…
- By Eleni Sikelianos & Courtney StephensDownload the descriptive transcript Asklepius: the god of medicine.
Asklepius had a daughter who was… - By Courtney Conradone of twelve, your sisters’ favorite
and nightmare. Your forearm, an interceptor
for knives aimed at … - By Nii Ayikwei ParkesSome mid days, blank moments in loud
gatherings when I fall from the conversations’
sweetening threads… - By Linda HoganSleep with your face visible so the young will remember you are with them.
You want the others to see… - By Linda HoganThere is a woman who lives on a bed.
She is awake
watching the magpie that comes each morning.
Awake… - By Stanley PlumlyThe euphemism is “infusion” when confusion is what happens, and depends on no time in particular especially…
- By Ellen June WrightWhen you wake from a troubled sleep,
after you’ve used the bathroom, don’t go back.
Walk down the hall… - By Jim Johnstoneis just a garden, really.
A plot of land where you might reach down
to touch the snow
and crystallize.
… - By Bruce BondWe would only get so far,
given the casualties
buried in each point of view.
This one, this one, this… - By Georgio RussellWithin this simple chapel, located near the navel
of the little clinic, the walls are all the white
of… - By Rochelle Hurt[as jumping from a plane. easier—a bridge. as tripping on a shoelace. as blinking your eyes. as breathing…
- By Peter KlineIf we’re put here long enough, someone’s bound to learn something. The sweep of the second hand erases…
- By Brittany PerhamThe doctor tells her what she can’t eat
no grains no nuts no beans no sugar a tomato is OK
but no skins… - By Ross WhiteI’m not the first man to lose his father
slowly, not the first to wonder
when I walk in the room if the… - By Stefania GomezFiremen cut the car open like a cake but when
they reached through the windshield to pull me out
they … - By Mickie KennedyA house with a pool missing tiles.
Another house, foundation cracked,
the whole left half off-kilter,
like… - By Kimberly Johnsoni
The last time I lost you, I had turned
To salt. The hospice nurses all assured
An easier passing… - By Brittany CavallaroI kept the six of spades tacked to my corkboard
and when I had a bad day, I imagined some
exhortation …