The Cafe Review

by Michael Boughn Among Dupont’s tattered wounds, commerce’s ragged edge, sudden curve of attention shaped to cocked hip draped in thought.

by Vanessa Vie Whilst autumnal night Interlocks our drowsing flesh Know we want more night.

by Vanessa Vie Because of my blood Take me from behind and pray From my fours I glimpse.

by Vanessa Vie Seasons seasons poet-seasons Sea daughters sea sons People roaming the streets in a cold February wind I miss the Revolution bare

by Vanessa Vie Song of the Firebird to M.H. I fell in Love with a bird I am in Love with a Firebird “Put your colours against the sky

by Anselm Berrigan I’ve an invigorated withdrawal In nurture posing as signatory To certain accounts — can they And do they. Canned they &

by Anselm Berrigan I no longer wish To contribute to The communal anxiety The practitioners of no Two-something and six Let me see your scrapes

by Anselm Berrigan How are we doing notationally speaking? We are feeling conspicuous No amount of crypto-hasho forear / blackbear fiddling will

by Grace Andreacchi Alia, the Beautiful a poem in three parts 1. Torn Apart the sky is torn apart the stars lie scattered upon the dead

by Adrian C. Louis Moth-shaped leaves bang again & again against the basement window. Snow-filled winds curse against my rented house at

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