the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.

time and space

by rcribay

beneath covers we
kiss and
touch and
speak memories

and upon reentering the
world remember that
time—unlike our hearts—
does not stop on each occasion that
my hand
slides
past
your
hips.

ode to the giant of james laughlin

by Roger Mugs

dr. jay ellis says you should
have kept your job as an edit-

or and never have moved into
the world of writing but he

was one of eight self proclai-
med cormac mcarthy-ists and we

all know how much that validat-
es his opinion but i wish that

i could invite you back from
the grave to come and stop by

my local barnes and noble and
do a simple reading of your fine-

est work and share with us just
how brilliant each of your well

picked words was and laugh at
those who’ve survived you like

one mccarthy-loving-poetry-hate-
ing-extremely-sad-and-confused-dr.

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