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in this issue William Allegrezza

2 poems

Volodymyr Bilyk

6 visuals & 1 poem

CA Conrad

1 (soma)tic poetry ritual & resulting poem

Dylan Harris

7 honeybee poems

Ruth Lepson

I Remember

Sheila Murphy

2 visuals & 3 poems

Mark Young

14 poems


William Allegrezza


(and if you think I admit, I do.) their projections have action, an array built in the shed that blocks my corner voice so that eventually even this animal is tame and must be replaced with the person who is you. (I hope you are ready.) still the geography veers away and attends to the general rule necessary for mistreatment which is repetition of wrong. (I can tell you exactly where the sea is, unless I am on land.) I suspect I will catch up with you if I try, but I would rather stay with my words aimed at so many heads ducking in and out of alleys.


turn the languages

against a black cover i'm laughing , in accordance with desire too much nothing to be added. thought i think, details --supported by the door against alliance i count the concrete pieces under the bleachers, the remains. i want to say, ladies, what i can say easily ) with time as a multiple participant in noise, but i complain too readily of aches in my words grown to be forgotten.


Volodymyr Bilyk


1 eroteme O'erline, O'erline, O'erline, o'erscore, o'erbar O'erline, O'erline, O'erline, o'erscore, o'erbar O'erline, O'erline, o'erscore, o'erbar O'erline undue - O'ebar, o'erscore, o'erline, undue - O'ebar, o'erscore, o'erline... O'erline, interpunct, O'erline, interpunct, undue - O'ebar, o'erscore, interpunct, o'erline, undue - O'ebar, o'erscore, interpunct, o'erline, O'erline, O'erline... illicit full stop, period, hyphen, colon, then - illicit full stop, period, hyphen, colon, - baseline dot 'n' lewd point, colon hyphen-minus, illicit full stop, period, hyphen, colon, further full stop, period, hyphen, colon, - baseline dot 'n' lewd point, colon hyphen-minus, after hyphen, colon, point - full stop, ribald period,


hyphen - coarse and colon full stop, ribald period hyphen - coarse of colon hyphen, period, colon, full stop - ribald baseline dot 'n' lewd point, colon, hyphen-minus, baseline dot 'n' lewd point, colon, hyphen-minus, baseline dot 'n' lewd point, colon, hyphen-minus, Fool stops colon, em dash and suspension point, - ellipsis en dash -em dash and ellipsis em dash, period -warm dot-dot-dot colon, colon en dash and suspension point, hyphen, colon and ellipsis em dash, em dash and ellipsis en dash, hyphen, colon, em dash and suspension point, coma and ellipsis en dash, em dash and ellipsis em dash, hyphen and suspension point, then - colon, coma and en dash and hyphen, colon em dash and suspension point, colon,\ hyphen - em dash coma, colon and suspension point, en dash em dash,em dash, en dash,em dash,en dash... Shouldered open box


- mongolian vowel separator - dot-dot-dot Underline Underline Underline Underline Underline Underline Strikethrough the middot flown dot, bullet, ring point, coma Strikethrough the middot flown dot, bullet, ring point, coma Strikethrough the middot flown dot, bullet, ring point, coma Fool stops, wasteful point, salacious period thus prick tittle, dot-dot-dot *** 2 the blob rocks - chill pretty yowl-yawl nurses the shanks with the "skew-skew" wall-eye


pipedream bray of the boggle breath assails the shoots to the point where hoot and clap windup the startle *** 3 hag in the middle of the shoe shower dressed in smock. (why? been busy and unwilling to miss the thing) it was Withdrawal of a smog (her whiffet of the stuff) - been too long and boring mostly booted crossly by 'em all and so With rebound backwash of the organ and the Monkees She stared fascinated She saw the smoke. And got the beat of it too firmly Her woe of smooch was way too smooth for smother She smouldered then and turned into the smudge. ...


CA Conrad


(Soma)tic Poetry Ritual & Resulting Poem

EXIT ON FOREHEAD --for Anne Boyer On a long flight I created a (Soma)tic ritual for my extraordinary friend Anne Boyer, but I only allowed myself 10-minutes to come up with the ritual once I boarded the plane AND I was forbidden to use former ideas I’ve developed on planes. In the rear of the jet was an EXIT sign, the letters cut into a metal plate with a red light shining from behind. Throughout the flight I would walk to the sign and SLAM my head against the letters, starting with E. Each time I would steal a beverage or almonds or cookies and I had to share them with the stranger next to me. It was my lucky day as the man next to me never shut up and no matter what I threw into the conversation he was game. At first he annoyed me, but soon enough I became fond of his long stories about asbestos. SLAM the E, “When E was first invented why did they shape it like that?” He answered, “E is for Elephant!” I said, “E is for ELVIS!” YES we both said YES ELVIS. He enjoyed my theft of cookies and tiny bottles of rum. SLAM the X, SLAM the I, missed the I, did it again, SLAM the T. He answered T was for the crucifix. Why, I asked. “Because Christ is our savior.” “Oh, I see, it’s like that is it, JESUS, we need to bring him up DO WE?” We both laughed because in the end it was clear I didn’t mind his flux of Jesus as we drank our rum and talked of asbestos and Elvis and the shapes the alphabet has rendered us all for centuries FULLY COOKED HUMAN BRAINS. My notes became a poem.


HE CALLED ME A MORBID SON OF BITCH AND IT GAVE ME PAUSE

FIVE HOUR flight with man Next to me who thinks because I’m quiet I must want to listen to him NOT THE CASE but then I decide to surrender he just keeps talking so I can’t get anything done anyway he works with asbestos his wife is unhappy with his choice in work his boss says there’s nothing to worry about his boss’s boss says it’s ridiculous how people worry about asbestos he has a top of the line HAZMAT suit there are ways you enter a building to remove asbestos to not allow it to billow out windows onto streets it’s dangerous he says which of course means he doesn’t believe his boss or? His wife worries about his sperm count I asked him what he thought about his sperm count and he was surprised because it was my first question since he began his two hour conversation about asbestos He asked if I’m a man Sometimes, I said He told me about getting his sperm looked at SOON and how his


doctor told him about the procedure which involves him jerking off in the office into a small sterilized container he wanted to do it right away he said HEY DOC I'm loaded and ready to go but the doctor wanted to wait There are pink lemonades for sale on the flight to fight breast cancer and he wondered why there wasn’t a blue one to fight low sperm count If you use a Delta credit card the pink lemonade will be 20% off He’s not sure how he feels about that and asks me what I think but I want to continue the sperm conversation and as it turns out so does he


Dylan Harris


honeybee [E] (i) once rectangular once clay fields in moats of mud gray from this afar over i cannot make out the crop i reckon it could be fixed wheat steel strengthened to be solid in the sun i have not seen the farmers i think they hide themselves from the hourly total eclipses but at night theyยนre out checking the fields for concrete weeds and the pests what are the pests i think theyยนre the two hundred metre tall things that walk the rough driving the eclipses like rain


(ii) the paths of the wild creatures of the forest are square the herbivores roam north to south descending as they seek shoots in fresh mountain dew following down and down to the mature well-flavoured sea trees where they gorge and die whereas the carnivores hunt east to west following the sun like moths each line of species keeps a squareยนs width from competitors not trampling the green growing between the paths thatยนs where the plants review last yearยนs plan plot the next spring all quite dull really


honeybee [E] (iii) the circular culture built fields circling their city on the plains out of respect for the sun was one day betrayed for the sun did not stop warming in the morning did not stop warming in the evening for the sun did not stop warming at all and the circular culture the circular fields the circular city the circular theology evaporated


honeybee [E] (iv) one day unsurprisingly the world ran out of words theyยนd all be used itยนs not that there were too many languages there was only one which some people felt was still too many languages but those people are lingo curmudgeons itยนs not that there were too many people there were but that wasnยนt the problem no there were too many ideas too many things needing their own word so the world ran out of words the committee for the conversion of thingie needed a good word for their idea they searched the worldยนs dictionary


to recycle unused words but there were none the unused words were all reused so everyone got together and worked out a solution rather than one language there would be lots so some words would mean one thing in one language and something quite different in another this caused much confusion but in the end it worked thatยนs why now we have so many languages or so few music mathematics aire d'arse


honeybee [E] (v) it was always the risk we all hoped it would not happen our priests assured us it couldnยนt our politicians listened the other way one day it did the world dog saw another got excited and mated our civilisation brilliant cities perfected arts our ancestorsยน memories flattened beyond redemption we should never have built on the back


honeybee [E] (vi) i looked in her eyes they were captivating deeper and deeper i fell further and further i was lost until i saw her pupils were moons so i promptly arrested her for planetnapping weยนd been on the case for centuries so now you know why the earthยนs other moons have returned it wasn't ice cream though i did


honeybee [E] (vii) the cat sat on the mat his feet were made of clay i pulled the mat away and he smashed ha haa


Ruth Lepson


I Remember - after Joe Brainard's poem I remember taking a drama class in Washington in first grade and having to repeat "On the ground down town I found a pound of ground meat." I remember knocking on John Lennon's hotel room door with Kathy and hearing the bedsprings. I remember working at the Pub Tiki in Rittenhouse Sq in Philly and having the businessmen who came in say "Hey, Yoko" or "Hey, Tiny." I remember meeting Senator John Kennedy at the 10th anniversary of Israel celebration in Washington and being struck by his sleaziness. I remember Jack La Lane. Sherri Lewis. I remember the colors of clothes then. I get nostalgic when I see those colors now. I remember the first time I ate bacon, the first time I ate lobster, the first trip to MacDonald's, esp. the fries. I remember attending a weeklong meeting of gurus in Boulder called the Holy Man Jam.


I remember appearing on Howdy Doody in a cowgirl outfit. I remember standing in the stork position for 45 minutes on my deck while a blue jay in the catalpa tree looked back at me. I remember being the first one to wear a Beatle wig to school. I remember screaming at an Elvis concert, along with my date, a rock guitarist I had gone out with years before. I remember watching Nixon walk around the Westinghouse Science Fair, pretending to understand every exhibit. I remember that my mother said she married my father because he looked like Leslie Howard. I remember looking at Dicky Nash's neck while our 6th grade class watched Ben Hur. I remember the sunken liviing room of my grandparents' apartment in the Bronx. I remember going to the Carter Baron Amphitheater to see Oklahoma and getting Shirley Jones' autograph. I remember listening to the Revolver album in an apartment in Queens while Roy went to look for an apartment.


I remember dating a guy who said I was bourgeois for dividing the week into weekdays and weekends. I remember thinking that the word in the Every Brothers' song "Tears on My Pillow" was "tempahasafate," but I couldn't find it in the dictionary. I remember that Hart Crane's father invented Necco Wafers. I remember being forced to listen to Leonard Bernstein's Young People's Concerts every Saturday and getting nauseated one Saturday while listening and eating salami. I remember eating Spaghetti-O's at Bev's house and watching wrestling with her family. Haystacks Calhoun weighed 601 pounds. I remember going to a party at Gerry's house. She was the most popular girl in our elementary school. The party was held in the basement, where her father had pin-ups of naked women. I remember Gail, the most popular girl in our high school, had a little ponytail that was her trademark. I remember creamsicles. I remember Etch-a-Sketch. I remember Lyndon Johnson talking over the airplane during Kennedy's inauguration.


I remember my father's house-size computer with the blinking vacuum tubes, like walking into a sci-fi movie. I remember my pen pal from England, Pauline Holliday, writing to say that she and her friends had met these guys called The Beatles. I remember watching Perry Mason with my parents. I remember in one episode of "The Gail Storm Show" she made herself look hideous to let a guy down easily. I decided that if I needed to do that I'd try to look hideous, too. I remember the first time I heard Coltrane--Kulu Se Mama. I remember watching My Sister Eileen and daydreaming that when I grew up I'd rent a basement apartment like hers so I could watch the legs of the people go by on the city street.


Sheila Murphy


Vowel at a Time Tempo broaches innuendo at a glance, time tables itself. The wraith within each spares evocation of a wince yet to be stalked. The stocking feet of pearl relay a furtive innocence. “In what way . . .� starts the homily. And thus, these cinders break to dust.


Desk Aim for horizontal space apace before it clouds away. Count instances of granularity ingrained as sugar tresses past all longitude as lateral pass. The past insists itself upon a roseate stale place encumbered versus shipshape.


Glom On To Polis fails to rock, while furniture comports to these posterior planks. Try this, or this, versus stop trying altogether. Sit. Read. Bore a hole into or merely bore. Reactitude once winced shall tribe away the all among us.


Mark Young


The Springfield Disarmory I am setting up an assembly plant for mnemonics & other alternative fuels. It may sound boring, but if you like shiny, you like shiny, dig? Yellow underwear is said to attract positive energies for the New Year. How balanced is your Solar Plexus chakra?


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Noctule Bat I'm not really a gymnast but, thanks to a unique tumbling action, the look & feel of most of my content deemed to be 'mature' or 'adult' in nature can vary greatly depending on its desired usage. The Finnish vowel harmony system is heterogeneous in terms of its representation & clears up most confusions between tense & lax vowels. The whole profoundness is extraordinarily compelling but you may want to concentrate on some key words. A Venn diagram is a useful tool.


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A little zombie poem for Tom Beckett I like the Day of the Dead because everybody thinks I'm just another dressed-up tourist.


geographies: Chinchilla Neneko squirms around under the loveseat, starting her weight loss reality series by jumping members of the Herbalife Hose Company Junior Firefighters.


cogito announcing that you're going for a walk is a kind of pre-amble preamble. ergo I am reduced to writing short poems. I am reduced to writing. I am reduced. I am. sum frisson窶馬ow there's a word I've always wanted to start a poem with.


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