The important words are underlined by Maurice Oliver

Did I ever tell you about the time oil from/ a leaky canister seeped into my thoughts/ then expressed its dissatisfaction with my/ sexual life.

Nonesuch Dreams and Wills by Ray Succre

Her discovery of him will also be gradual/ [X=X+1]; she does not startle anymore./ She has been alive [cavity] before.

The Mob by Doug Draime

He: How we gonna do it?
She: Don’t ask me, you’re the one with the gun
He: Can’t use the gun.
She: Why?
He: Never bought any bullets...

Spudadelic by Jeff Crouch

visual art centered around one dietary staple

Sometimes Suicidal by Aimee DeLong

Sometimes a suicidal person fixes her hair. Sometimes she looks in the mirror to smooth it. Sometimes she goes four days without washing it.

Last Night at Southport by Justin Hyde

tell her i'm a butterfly
with sixteen wings
beating in
succinct
anarchy.

Categorical Imperatives by Maurice Oliver

Try to imagine a small room where the only/ furniture is a TV. The TV has a hundred/ channels and two sets of memories.

Beerwigs by George Anderson

1. A canoe full of moose meat
2. Beerwigs
3. The Great Vodka Massacre
4. The Bootlegger & the Professor
5. Puke-O-Gram

Visual Art by Claudio Parentela

Poverty by Papa Osmubal

I saw a handful of dead cockroaches/ on the floor this morning./ You must have filled the house/ with your endless litany of dammits’ and ‘bullshits’/ while chasing them with last week’s paper/ you borrowed next door for the purpose.

dance a line by Sophia Kidd

i get stuck thinkin' of words/ and meanings of you and of him/ the smell of leaf/ on dirt

Contagion necessaries: sensorial numb by Kenneth Mulvey

reach into pocket/ for a light/ to find I pissed/ myself again

Pamela in the Spring by James Dilworth

I can't talk in the human way, I tried to learn without success. I could only watch her day after day, as the seasons began to change and the world grew colder.

The lost art of visualization by Andy Riverbed

Now that I think about it;/ I’ve realized I don’t like poetry/ and I don’t like literature; I/ hate movies and music is nauseating;/ my job is a boring mind-/ numb.

Dream by Cecelia Chapman

A short movie

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