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PET SOUNDS
The summer I bought Pet Sounds at G.C. Murphy’s, I hadn’t gone a block from the store when on impulse I smashed
J.T. Barbarese
America
America, I have a friend for whom everything went south
Kathleen Graber
The Drowned and the Saved
If all of us were to try to kill ourselves at least once, then all of us would know nothing more than that: which is why
Tom Sleigh
Anatomy of Late
It looks like a fox, when it’s sleeping. No, its body
Sally Rosen Kindred
St. Rose of Lima
Lips weary with chapped hallelujahs,
Tiana Nobile
Where the Robins Took Me and Northern Flicker
Robins settle on the earth
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Hymn of the Squirrels, Echidna Tremens and Singled Out
Not an issue of ‘variety’, of red, brown, grey and black,
John Kinsella
Book of Dolls
The psychoanalyst has left the building
Bruce Bond
To a New Chair | Bounty
To a New Chair
Phillis Levin
GETTING READY THE HOUSE
My friend goes to visit his grave
Affonso Romano Sant’Anna
the ugly purple corpse I lug behind me | you haven’t changed a bit
the ugly purple corpse I lug behind me
Edoardo Sanguineti
WINDOWS (after Baudelaire)
You never see as much in an open window as you will looking at it when it’s closed.
J.T. Barbarese
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