THE POLISH HAMMER POETRY CORNER: Hopping Over the Cracks in Reality by Karl Koweski

Hopping Over the Cracks in Reality Cracker had taken to avoiding me at work, and that was fine. If he wanted to eat his bologna and cheese sammiches in the confines of his shitty Kia during lunch break, more power to him. Some folks preferred to eat accompanied by the music from their Spotify list …

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Call of the Wild by Alan Catlin

Call of the Wild They were very much into a Call of the Wild frame of mind Thought what they needed was another drug that would take them all the way into an abyss What they didn’t Know was that they had done more than enough drugs That they were already in the abyss & …

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The Waitress Cleans the Diner’s Coffee Pots by Karen J. Weyant

The Waitress Cleans the Diner’s Coffee Pots and in her rush, spills coffee grounds all over the counter. Sticky, wet mounds stain her dishcloth, remind her of an uncle who chewed tobacco, a small wad always tucked between his cheek and lower lip. His teeth were tainted brown, his jeans all wore white Skoal circles …

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The Way It Happens by James Babbs

The Way It Happens the hum of the refrigerator coming from the laundry room reminds me I don’t have any beer but there’s whisky in the kitchen siting right there on the counter next to the stove and I know it won’t be much longer before I’m opening the bottle and pouring whiskey into my …

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One for a nickel, two for a dime; photo & poem, by Greg Clary

One for a nickel, two for a dime We’re both waiting, in a way. Me—for caffeine to offer a boost during the drive home. Him—for something less abstract: a dollar, a nod, a moment of being seen. The foam clings to my lip, and I wipe it away without thinking. He wipes rain from his …

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A Few Quick Things by Paul Luikart

A Few Quick Things I used to love this man, a local old guy with some talent for ventriloquism. Mr. Bobby, and the dummy was called Bartolo. They played birthday parties, school assemblies, that kind of thing. Mr. Bobby would pop his eyes wide and smile huge and the dummy would shout, “Who loves you?” …

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Miscellaneous by Jonathan Hayes

Miscellaneous I like the smell of vinegar, gasoline, clove cigarettes, gunpowder, Listerine, shoe polish, my own farts and armpit sweat, citrus, and let’s not forget the pool’s chlorine. Treading water in the deep end — that’s all I know how to do. Everything else,                               sinks. Jonathan Hayes is the editor / publisher of the long-running …

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THE POLISH HAMMER POETRY CORNER: A Polack Amok in Bigfoot Country by Karl Koweski

A Polack Amok in Bigfoot Country Cracker McCracken’s latest cryptid video featuring one very disconcerted Polack topped out at twenty-three views. The muted response from the Bigfoot enthusiast community failed to excite Cracker. “I don’t know what people want,” he huffed. “I thought we put forth some pretty convincing evidence that’s there’s at least one …

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All All #22 by Darren C. Demaree

All All #22 A foam rises. A foam is buried. The serious drama comes when mouths choose a phantom tongue. A lamp can’t be witness if the windows are blacked out. A revolution can’t wait for you. Are you rising? Are you foraging? Are you near water? There’s still some time. There’s enough time for …

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Calming Experience by Ken Poyner

Calming Experience Today all the girls are Molly, all the boys are Ted. Forget yesterday’s names. They no longer apply. Everyone write your own name tag as legibly as you are able. The act of writing more firmly fixes fact in memory. You cannot recycle old name tags. Commitment to the new must be as …

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