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Rules Are Rules The votes come in Someone wins And then you let them do What they must Because, rules are rules No matter If people are then murdered In the streets Doors broken down Or thrown into unmarked vans Because, rules are rules No matter if we kidnap Foreign leaders we don’t like Snatch …

No One Knows My Name sometimes I wish I were a real writer so I could write the words and tell you how I feel because if I were a real writer and people knew who I was I would write about love and compare it to the beauty of a mountain glinting in the …

On Edge Alas, the slam poet gives us a rollicking set of skilled, inspired, edgy poems, but for her encore she chooses a tired meme. “Don’t use that bong, beer or Prozac to take the edge off, because life must be lived at the edge!” Yeah, yeah. I’m pissed off that her body works fine …

Reading that Billionaires Hunted People for Sport in Sarajevo While I Pick Up My Child from School The parking lot still carries the odd pile of snow, hard as concrete. I remember when my child used to go sledding but could never steer. The biggest worry was trees. The car door opens, and I quickly …

Whistle While You Work #2 those temp jobs weren’t really so bad they didn’t offer health insurance so I didn’t have to worry about losing my health insurance and if I stopped showing up I’d get a text from the temp agency saying “your work period has ended, would you like us to find you …

Chaos to the Fly 1. It was fucking hot. Milsap believed there wasn’t a half acre of hell hotter than the northside of Hammond in the middle of July. It was the sort of heat that made you forget you had ever experienced cold weather. Of course, Northwest Indiana, sitting on the ass end of …

For My Wife Remember that night in bed laughing when I said If gross was net We wouldn’t be In this predicament Life in 2025 Always one minor inconvenience away From complete disaster Flat tire on a random Wednesday afternoon I’m fucked You’re fucked But at least we can always look forward to our weekly …

LIFE CHANGES AWAY FROM FOOD RETAIL HELL & THE BARS As I wade through reams of poems From the covid-19 years it seems like They were written from another life As everything now seems so different To how it was then. Work was hell & I nearly killed Myself with the alcohol needed just To …

we’ll go as i think of you between lines and the poor sense of smell from a landscape with drunkards or hanged humans by Minerva Reynosa from El Martillo Press Minerva Reynosa’s we’ll go as i think of you between lines and the poor sense of smell from a landscape with drunkards or hanged humans …

Tired pavement acts as memory Please do remember when driving a two lane back road some mostly abandoned state route numbered and forgotten in a world bound by global positioning satellites and interstates that gobble up tires and hide topography behind walls of quick-growing softwood trees or sound-proofing walls or scraped mountains sides that it …