Alan Gilbert PoetryBy Alan Gilbert
A conference attendees stick-on name tag keeps falling to the floor, collecting more lint and dirt each time
Levis StrausBy L.S. Asekoff
When Tel Quels darling entertained Jackbooted sons & daughters of The Emperor of Opera Hats, Louis Napoleon, At the Socialist salon In 68, His razor wit guillotined The thinking from the feeling part.
Coney IslandBy Lynn Melnick
I give to red-topped toy machine back a decal as I want something else, better, what you have: rubber replica of reptile, shock-purple and sinister.
Two PoemsBy Dan Shanck
When we run out of water, only the good die young and everyone in California is terrified of autumn.