"I imagined it spinning into the face of Richard Nixon or a man wearing the face of Richard Nixon and he had an identity crisis."

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Coffee, in Two Cups

On the fourth day she felt great, got enough sleep, concentrated, multitasked, made lists of things she wanted to do. Downloaded two dating apps.

In the Next World, You’re on Your Own

"It was my sentence for putting a frog in my sister’s doll crib."

Aunt Ruby’s Jurisprudence

Frederic Levesque brings us all home in the final piece of his fantastic three-poem set.

This Too

Atlanta poet Frederic Levesque continues to hit us in the mouth with the second of a three-poem set.

Synthetic

I was drunk and in love with you watching the secret service Shoot birds out of the garden thinking how if it even ever ends there will be a future around the corner trying to hold its shadow in. I was driving in a sticky halflight when you laughed and said “I will be your […]

Unfinished

Author Maxwell beats his way through slow loss with a hammer and a cigarette.

The Sound of Something Smoking

New poetry from George Washington professor Frederick Pollack.

The Palace

New poetry from The George Washington University professor Frederick Pollack.

Versions of the Prodigal

Wherein Atlanta poet Theresa Davis learns the horrible answer to the question: "Just how many bullets does it take to kill a black body?"

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