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The Skald and the Drukkin Troll, by Paul Brooke

Posted on September 26, 2019

Told using 21 different types of hattatal (Norse verse forms).   Hyrniardi –The Troll’s Verse Swollen and locked in this curse, stuck, Swept & cajoled into a troll, Bypassing crass laws, conviction, Consequences never ever felt. Required: reach for drink each day: Rum, gin, Brennivin (with shark) or whiskey. Dry drunk: erase dwarf, replace with […]

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Overcast, by Stephanie Roberts

Posted on September 24, 2019

you’ve tasted the soup of scorched tomato and broccoli that set your teeth on edge but you’ve not met that loss that permanently skews the jaw grief that plants sunset in the eye forever remember the high-spirited mum with a quick and rainbow smile whose daughter died at nine many decades ago she carries that […]

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Einige Kreise (Several Circles), by Stephanie Roberts

Posted on September 24, 2019

January – February 1926   I imagine it was cold. The exhibit audio said there was a voice, he got lost in it, switchboard operator, had to find her, have dinner that same night.   Several circles may well be a season grounded on nocturnal skyscape, colour scumbled, opaque & transparent, all of life and […]

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The Sixty-Four, Best Poets of 2018

Posted on September 19, 2019

The Sixty-Four Special Congratulations to:   *First Place Poet – Stephanie Roberts* Stephanie Roberts is our first place poet. In 2018, she had work featured or forthcoming in over four dozen periodicals and anthologies. A 2018 Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee, she was born in Central America, grew up in Brooklyn, NY, […]

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Man. Horse. Tree., by Stuart Gunter

Posted on September 18, 2019

The guy next to me at the meeting is drawing as he takes notes. Simple, black figures: a man, a horse, a tree. I imagine preparations for a hanging.   Or the beginnings of a campaign to hunt down an unseen enemy. He is here. He is early. Have I been here, too? Or is […]

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Son of a Bitch, by Stuart Gunter

Posted on September 18, 2019

For Mark Goldstein   Nazareth’s Hair of the Dog plays on an endless loop in my tinnitus-wild ears these days. A reflection of how I currently see myself. It’s not a question of metaphysics, or where I land on the time-space continuum (or is it?) but a darker reckoning, blooming from a conversation about a […]

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A Time to Rebuild, by Ikeogu Oke

Posted on September 17, 2019

The brisk clock of a nation tolls, Ringing in a time to rebuild; It rouses its people with its sound that rolls; and bids them, “Arise?” for it’s sure they would.   “Arise, Nigerians, arise from your slumber! Learn to build on the strength of your number! Your vast land ever burgeoning with life! Arise […]

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We Heard Nothing, by Ikeogu Oke

Posted on September 17, 2019

We heard nothing until we walked the labyrinths And came to the path of thunder, and heard his voice crack The clouds, trailing a forked tongue of lightning, A rainbow of words, resplendent and mysterious, Cascading on its curved path Yet we heard so much Even as we heard nothing. Did we not hear because […]

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The 64, Best Poets of the Year is out, published by the Black Mountain Press

Posted on September 14, 2019

  https://www.ebay.com/itm/The-64-Best-Poets-of-the-Year-6×9-trade-paperback-162-pages-Black-Mtn-Press/352790347452?hash=item5223f17ebc:g:QUEAAOSwpVxdfRIF The 64 Best poets of the year is out! Congratulations to the 64 writers that were selected this year. Submissions are open for next year’s edition.  Enter at: https://thehalcyone.submittable.com/submit You can also apply for a writer-in-residence award, Chapbook Contest, Literary Magazines and more!

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Lorenzo Dow under My Daylilies, by John Surowiecki

Posted on September 12, 2019

I. CRAZY DOW He was the most famous preacher of his time (his books had thousands more readers than his poem ever will). Before my garden was a garden, when it was just dirt and moss, it was saturated with the desperate piss of camp- meeting-goers, his followers and fools, filling our valley like a […]

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