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Poetry guest edited by Carlie Lazar




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i wanna be robbie williams i so almost am i wa nna fold in dimensions hit herto unheard of i wanna be a cephalopoid superb c reature with a thick thick sp ine a bone that interrupts ca uses blockages …

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Hayden & Langer: Open Slat(h)er

the air is pretty a bitten tune scathed by the savant with his big nails a willow blade flashing like an idiot the thing has slowed now to cremation pace single handedly he wins the ashes pashes the badge we …

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Note to the Editor

This poem is from a much briefer series on the life of the man who invented dirigibles whose name is French, or Hungarian I think. Dietrich Katona? Please capitalize all the second and eighth letters in this section. Note that …

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Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms

All a man needs, all a man ever really gets, is one chance: the one good clean shot at the royal cunt between the eyes, the spot that can take a mind off getting in your way and make an …

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AJ Weberman & the Trashcan

in 1971 on MacDougal Street New York a 25 year old           unkempt with wispy hair shouted out the front of Bob Dylan's house: FREE BOB DYLAN! members of a group called DLF           (Dylan Liberation Front) were upset that Bob was …

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Bankstown

It's the Saturday morning fruit and vegetable market in Berkeley, California. There are trestle tables with artichokes, bok choy, carrots, sugar cane, strawberries, looking as though they would taste sweet, and a stall selling organic sauerkraut. It's not a big …

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SuperX

At the SuperX there are pro riders in the demonstration events and local kids riding in the races. When we first arrive there are bobcats all over the place, they're still building the track. It's exciting just watching the bobcats …

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Lithgow

One clump of dark green pine, in coal country, behind the escarpment; in a hollow, the other side of town, along the Great Western, furrows of coal-bits, drift of steam, state houses, scattered about like spilled boxes. One clump of …

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Letter to Milan Kundera

Scent of Parisian Autumn blown in by the wind A doorstep mottled with white and 'Prioritaire' Inscribed upon the lid; I imagined him Opening my message in the country: An escape from the horrors of the everyday world And other …

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Bottled Water

I like the tank tops. And I don't mind the blue hats. But why no trousers? As if any of us has something new to show. Any one of us might be pumped from a bath or pulled down from …

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Equatorial

I Not really equatorial – in fact not at all, but distinctly northern, and seeming twice as close as the city I call home, houses weatherboard and colourful as beach houses carved in the mountain, sunset soon after 4 (being …

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The Stuka Movement

Furious birds, functionally ugly, the Stukas wind down out of the sky. As they descend their sirens are rising, pre-set to concert pitch, a deliberate, death decibal A. Lean and bent-winged eagles, they fall on an audience of refugees streaming …

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