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by Rhony Bhopla

It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat
but often the shadow seems more real than the body.
— Tomas Tranströmer

Sweat is carved off my brow, upper
lip, with the edge of my entry
card. Taut dead braid lies thick between

my ghost fingers. Formaldehyde
seething, permeates the taste of
my spit. Ventricular contractions

push my incontinent emotions
to ponder whose dear will I dissect:
mother, father, sister, brother.

No need for modesty. All prone
bodies are in the same room.
Zippered black plastic veil covers

their form, concealing the
last morsel of shyness. Doctor
hovers over podium peeling

their ripe stories. I glove up. Breathe
in for the dead. Between my fingers
the scalpel reflects a restless shadow.

SKULLS by Ruben Briseno Reveles

SKULLS by Ruben Briseno Reveles

by John Dorsey

for gene bloom

the kitchen is full of stock quotes
and racing forms
there is no christmas turkey
and gene has been up half the night
rolling joints in orderly piles
the way they did it in sing sing
the night we put a man
on the moon.

VERTIGINOUS VISAGE Oxford UK  by Brent Wiggans

VERTIGINOUS VISAGE Oxford, UK by Brent Wiggans

by Yuan Changming

In a forest beyond the boundary of mind
I try to find a tree neither too tall, nor
Too twisted, but what I did see is a

Tree thickly bushy, and uniquely straight
With every leaf glistening like a scar
In the sun, a tree I long to date with

Even to marry
After I divorce my fated past

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