[a measure of anarchy] by Edward L. Canavan

[a measure of anarchy] earthly and cumbersome we slowly learn the lay of the land wary of words so seldom spoken in truth if we realized this we might hold our tongue until a more advanced age becoming all the wiser without playing their game we can still choose not to fall into place, into …

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Terror by Alan Catlin

Terror Terror is waking up abruptly in a barroom eye to eye with a man you don’t remember ever having seen before breathing words like fire down your throat in the awful silence of a dream not a dream   Alan Catlin worked for the better part of 34 years in his unchosen profession as a …

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Cityquake by Heather Kays

Cityquake I run and the streets split under my feet like paper in a careless hand. Neon scratches my eyes and I laugh because someone has to and it might as well be me. Walls lean in but I lean back harder leaving marks like signatures no one asked for. The city hums, traffic blares, …

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One Cowgirl, Two Cowboys by Dan Denton

One Cowgirl, Two Cowboys The village of Peterpan, OH seemed to nearly buzz with activity. It was the first Friday of the month, the biggest day of the month for this small town. On first Friday evenings, unless it fell on a holiday, the village held a dance party and everyone that was anyone in …

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Michael D. Grover reviews THE DEATH FACTORY by Wayne Mason

Wayne Mason/The Death Factory/LJMcD Communications Wayne Mason and I have been Florida born Poets and have known each other for over 20 years. We both know what it takes to be Florida Poets and we’ve always had a healthy respect for each other. I felt Wayne’s last chapbook was some of the best Poetry I’ve …

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THE POLISH HAMMER POETRY CORNER: In The Kingdom of the Blind, The One-Eyed Man Has To See Some Pretty Stupid Fucking Shit by Karl Koweski

         In The Kingdom of the Blind, The One-Eyed Man Has                                        To See Some Pretty Stupid Fucking Shit   I hadn’t been awake for more than five minutes. I’m trying to pour coffee into my Kill Bill coffee mug (a mug some folks would describe as vintage which blows my mind because, goddammit, I …

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Super Cherry Extra by Misti Rainwater-Lites

Super Cherry Extra This is what I have this super sexy old school gas station in the desert coldest Coca-Cola hottest hot dogs for six hundred miles in any direction usual suspects on the jukebox humming near the girlie mag section the neon is cherry and there are no bugs no snakes no puddles of …

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Lines by Aleathia Drehmer

Lines I struggle with the worthiness of visibility, a lifetime spent hiding from my own shadow, from the voices that only wanted to see me, not hear me. I lived under an umbrella, the rain on the inside– always a cloudy day always a chance of rain, though I remembered the idea of sunshine. I’m …

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Blood on the Barroom Floor by Alan Catlin

Blood on the Barroom Floor When it was over there was so much blood on the barroom floor it looked as if all of the pigs in the world had been slaughtered and dumped here for effect I didn’t have much worthwhile to say to the cops I was just so visibly impressed I let …

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The Difference Between A Massage Parlor Open at 2AM and an Acupuncture Place Open at 2AM in Lawrenceville by Dave Newman

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A MASSAGE PARLOR OPEN AT 2AM AND AN ACUPUNCTURE PLACE OPEN AT 2AM IN LAWRENCEVILLE Thank god the massage parlor doesn’t put needles in your dick but, then again, the acupuncture place doesn’t give handjobs. Dave Newman, a recent Pushcart winner for fiction, is the author of ten books, including Better Than …

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