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"I’m afraid of what you will say, what days succeeding / without number will reveal"
"Maybe we’re cut too deep / for mending. Maybe we should try imploding like the Stardust"
"Beside you great rolls of yet more foliage / Their vibrancy is a reminder of your inadequacy."
Little librarian lady, last time I saw you / You stamped my book at circulation: / The Stoic Philosophy of Seneca.
"I would watch her weep sparks for Vegas Vic / who was seduced by Sassy Sally’s mechanical hips ..."
" ... gnarled trunks support branches, poised / petrified lightening, limbs / held up in terror / and surrender"
“Can God make a prison so / secure even He can’t break out of it?” / Well, what do you think the universe is?
"In Utah, the dotted lines seem to pull / the moving van up the incline not far / from Enoch."
"You say something / about the world’s largest thermometer, / which just now reads 87 degrees."
"Once at odds with you, / even now / I try to make love / from scraps of paper, / pieces of words, and leather ..."
"In the snapshots you see her / keeping an eye on me, I was a little wild / and I said silly things ..."
"Oh Vegas. You swank jacuzzi. You adept ducker."
"Twelve million and one street lamps / Were only a cheaply sequined dress."
"A hint of dye will bleed through, below the maps / Your veins scrawl"
"In one red image stamped / a boot unmakes the face of God"
"Nate was mannered and practical. He stormed precisely. / Ophelia nibbled weirdly on the tips of depressions."
A new poem by Noah Cicero
A poem by Heather Lang
"Nobody here but us / Those who toil the soil / Alice done left wonderland / deuces for superman"
At the airport, a vision of the King
A poem about social media and failed connectivity by Harry Fagel
A poem by Las Vegan Miranda Cooper
Two works by the renowned Beat poet, who will give a reading and conduct a workshop in Las Vegas this week
Outside, the desert floor,
a frame cracked open.
