the sieve and the sand

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

in the middle of michigan where it is snowing

by David X. Hugo

today, i am alive
at least
and
people are smiling
and laughing
whatever distances
you may blur
today, i am alive
at least.
damn the specifics
damn the sciences
damn it all
for my heart still
beats, today.

How far can a person walk in loneliness?

by freakynewchild


Careful as you go
Life runs unequal and dissonant across this street
the sky falls quietly on a skid row
taking ill-luck in its stride.
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