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Reading The Metaphysical Club in Egypt, Texas

Issue 38.2 Fall 2009 Marc McKee   Standing in the middle of a land this vast              you can nearly apprehend the curvature                                          of the earth. Every weight seems connected, each measure            inept.  Venus tonight brighter than the stars            over this ex-plantation house, one pillar                an…

How We Respond is What It Means

Issue 38.2 Fall 2009 Marc McKee   At this time it is impossible not to love at least one monster.  Venom laces the air, you are in a house with the feeling of every light in every room turned on and so to turn them off is to discover again and again what makes a…

FM

Issue 33.2 Fall 2004 Sueyeun Juliette Lee   silence meant that there were disconnections in the atmosphere, the inner hairs of my ears curling into themselves without a quiver or lightest touch of alarm. plenary attitudes detach, disengage themselves from the white washed walls striking poses in the afternoon. distance meant that there were spaces…

Back from the Lab

Brian Teare   i. Consultation: X-ray  —What are your symptoms?                                       Four times                                       the room blinks. —How do you feel today?                                       My legs                                      akimbo. Whitecoat.                                       A table, steel. —How long have you felt this way?                                      Four pin-up positions,                                  …

Ars Poetica at the Speed Art Museum

Marci Johnson   “Pompeii” 1990 C-Print Richard Ross. A dead turkey wearing a wig.                                           Lost: one child, 4 years old, have you seen … ? A man in an electric chair                                         on a…

Anodyne

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Poetry Marc McKee

…I favor containment, I favor détente

because otherwise, the we I am

makes pilgrimages to elevators

to await their fulfillment…

And The Lord God Made Garments of Skins

Poetry Marc McKee

First we are dirt and then we are dirt.

Or spit. It is dangerous to be certain.

In between, there is much registration,

miles of black electrical tape…

Underwater City

Kelle Groom   He walked into the lake as if it were grass, to float a second in its light, disappear, be a place. The cypress trees up to their knees in water, coiled ladders reading the necklace of his DNA.         High sky, a canoe figuring the circumference, underneath the hull wavery with smudges,…

“Cold dark deep and absolutely clear”

“Cold dark deep and absolutely clear” ~Elizabeth Bishop   Sandra Marchetti The water a sheet of beat tin, it is a June song in March, ripples for welcome. Army and gray colors tell us why the season resists the call of our bodies; displayed on the nightstand, the interior brave replica of summer, stilted in…

Island Park

Sandra Marchetti    According to local legend, in the last century numerous      suicide attempts have taken place off the railroad bridge in this Geneva, Illinois park. We chased the heron, the bridge, a rafting concrete wave hefted high. My jaw dredged across the watery flood blood— green water and open to receive me off…