His old arms fight to hold three six-packs of cheap beer, waiting to pay behind me. He’s pinned them to his gut, bent his knees, and absorbs the ice-cold blows in silence. With one ear I hear as I walk toward the door, “I was the number 5 heavy-weight boxer in the world!” and … Continue reading
Tag Archives: Poetry 2015
It’s All Tangled up Over There—Martin H. Levinson
If you cross Queens Boulevard a hundred thousand times in a single day you might get hit by a delivery truck containing a veggie pizza and diet coke headed to the Super Cut Salon on Austin Street where Harold the hairdresser theorizes about whether anything can be done in Syria and Iraq where … Continue reading
Hurricane Jumper 1 — Anton Jones
“Where are you?” * She always answers, q “With the wind.” Somewhere on the brink, somewhere in the end. * I try to give q chase q (a flailing mass of … Continue reading
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