Poetry
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Brad Pitt Sells You His Doppelganger’s Home
by Philip Coffeen
He was useful once, when I needed him for a scene in
a movie, full frontal as they say, and occasionally for
dental appointments. -
Work of Horror
by Noel Sloboda
before the castle
a sign splattered in red: -
Keepsakes
by R. J. Walker Miller
when its feeble light cannot quite warm the shadows,
they are tempted to release him. -
Dead Hands Claw
by Anthony Bernstein
Dead hands claw through dirt
shallow grave surrenders corpse -
These Trees Outside the Window
by John Grey
prayed that it would take root
in this strange soil,
mop up some of our loneliness -
The Price
by Michael R. Fosburg
I dared, once,
drunk on dreams of high-sorcery,
craving secrets with every breath. -
Of Warmth, Of Dragons
by Michael R. Fosburg
Bitter cold took us
like old age the body
and the snows kept falling. -
He Wanted
by Stephanie Smith
That over-used thing
The greatest illusion -
Family Jaunt
by Lucien E. G. Spelman
We packed up our troubles,
such as they were,
in the old kit bag, -
Brain Cookies
by Kaolin Fire
elevate themselves above the pale
rotting, misbegotten and forgotten dead; -
Breathless Reunion
by Ann K. Schwader
from her shallow
winter bed, cold fingers -
Blood Brother
by Angel Zapata
Sometimes positive, sometimes negative,
but irrevocably in control, he beats my heart, -
Untitled Poem
by Greg Schwartz
science project —
alien hands gently mold

