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BLAKE GRIFFIN DUNKS OVER A CAR by Matthew Olzmann
with a full gospel choir crooning behind him, with twenty thousand spectators surging to their feet, with an arena of flashbulbs flashing its approval, and I’m spellbound, thinking it’s all so spectacular, until the broadcast team weighs in, and Charles Barkley says, “That wasn’t the greatest dunk,” and Marv Albert says, “But the presentation was…
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THREE POEMS by Christine Gosnay
Grand Teton A limber pine wave gives way to woodsmoke. I am deeply interrogated and I am not understood. The sun hits the logs and plays with their legs and shoulders, pushing away their modesty. The man who boxes my firewood has eyes three blue meters deep. His birthday has come with the snow in…
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“MY DADDIES HAVE VOICES LIKE BACHELORS, LIKE CASTIGATORS & CROONERS…” by Tiana Clark
Daughter, you make me shudder, make music of my bones, don’t you? Yes, like castanets. The best blood of my blood, soft blood, boiled blood of not knowing, bright blood is still in you now, blushing scarlet cells blossoming in your face, plasma rich as juicy figs, cut open & gleaming. Muscling that dark abyss,…
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