September 2007

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Poem

From the magazine:
Looking Forth

From the room's shade:

sunflat ash trunks
the vertical gray
of hitting your head
...

Poem

From the magazine:
Crematorium

Winched from bed by the stench,
and a heat of dreams overwhelming
last night's prayer. Ash clots like fall leaves
dovetailing overhead, the rivermouth

one gaping skillet. Sunburned by noon,
jetlagged, shitting paste, I watch
the pyres still intact by the...

Poem

From the magazine:
Had

1
And so I ask,
"Do you need both
skies?"

I say keep
"jets" and "its"
consistent.

I suggest
again
that you strip down
while remaining calm.

2
It may be that
reclining
lessens the pressure

(or presence),

but there are still
sensations

to be considered,

no,...

September 2007

From this Issue

poetry-magazineFrom the magazine:Looking Forth

poetry-magazineFrom the magazine:Crematorium

poetry-magazineFrom the magazine:Had

Table of Contents

From the magazine:
Looking Forth

From the magazine:
Crematorium

From the magazine:
Had