A Poem by Steven Karl

Friends For The Departed

    (A requiem for Rector)

For the most part you seem to be in your place, although I could not define you or place but every again & now here you are.  A dream dreamt. A bear dressed in purple velour
drinking beer on 6th Avenue & even despite the bear being beardless, the immediacy of knowing the bear is no normal bear but a buried man come back with hair turned to fur,

You were not petted or chatted to.  You drank alone.

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InDigest Broadsides: from Ronaldo V. Wilson’s Lucy 72

Download the Ronaldo V. Wilson broadside here.

broadside design by Dustin Luke Nelson
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Two Poems by Becca Klaver

B®AND LOYALTY

I was like so . . . Geico

And you were like so . . . Activia

And together we were like so . . . GlaxoSmithKline

In an effort to be so . . . Ann Taylor Loft

We end up so . . . Crocs

And sometimes we’re all like so . . . Ambien

When we mean to be so . . . Lemon Pledge Aerosol Spray

Although we’re perfectly fine being Pilot G2 Retractable

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Three Poems by Martin Rock

Protagoras

An ancient story admired his poise
and decided to instruct him.

The story’s system of grammar
is said to have drowned at sea.

Volume, not humanity,
was the first traveling teacher of philosophy.

Metaphysical theories
consider good manners for a fee.

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Three Poems by Bianca Stone

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Two Poems by Maggie Evans

Cento: For Our Mother

come live with me and be my love
come live with me and be my love

come live with me and be my love
had we but world enough and time

come live with me and be my love
stone walls stone walls stone walls you know

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Two Poems by Ezekiel Black

My Lady of Modernity

Picture 1hen you see the torch, they will dry fire a cannon into your milieu. In art, one
must kill one’s father. Too risqué? Don’t stand there, hat in hand, wont to a
suppressor, wet with an overpressure wave (to trade in modern coin), but I
drink your tea. A glove is a glove is a glove is an invitation, and while you may sail by
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A Poem by Emma Bean

thirsty rain

the rivers have grown dry without you!
the summer has passed by without you!
the parched ground has grown accustomed
to making do without you!
so when you came greedily pouring yourself
all over
we were ashamed that you had your way with us
that we had gone this long
and still wanted you back