A Poem by Steve Klepetar

Poetry

I Lied I lied when I told you I found this object buried in the snow. I might have found it somewhere else or it might have been a present from someone, long ago who wondered if she might love me. It’s not as if this thing could be of any use, with its crudely carved unicorns and satyrs dancing...
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Two Poems by Josh Lefkowitz

Poetry

  Janitor at Lunch The janitor who cleans the men’s room on the 24th floor of 1301 at the corner of 52nd and the Avenue of the Americas has a fat flat nose and droopy cartoon eyes and a wife. I know about the wife because I saw him just now outside during lunch and he sat with her...
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Two Poems by Justin W. Price

Poetry

Fighting My dad and I wrestled in the backyard. I was seven. He played rough— too rough— and I sprained my ankle. Not wanting to appear wimpy I didn’t cry. Instead I curled my fingers and with red cheeks, throbbing ankle, demonic eyes I punched him hard in the face again and again and then collapsed, nearly...
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Five Poems by Corey Mesler

Poetry

Some of the Magic There are demons here. And gods. There are fairies in the sunlight that streams through the old glass door. And, at night, when the family is sleeping, there is a roar like the earth splitting, that rumbles through every- one’s dreams. They all wake shaken, the first step down as if onto an ice floe....
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Two Poems by Jane Hilberry

Poetry

forgets not to snore not to burp not to fart. Says things in the elevator. What’s two and two? teacher asks. Infinity! she shouts. Infinity! Infinity! Teacher: What’s zero plus forty? She: forty-zero! Proud of her answers, of swinging upside down though her panties show. Loves cold iron folded under her knees. Showers with her mouth open, sings in...
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When Objects Write

Poetry

Friends, when we humans enter an institution of learning, a college, say, or a high school class, we do not generally expect to see, in the chair next to ours, a bag. That may change. Bags are up all night. NFL Jerseys are up all night. They are working hard, they are expressing themselves. I know this because they send...
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Haiku Regarding our Recent Porn Virus

Poetry

Hi Friends of Ohio, Perhaps some of you noticed, a week or so ago, when you were trying to access Ohio Edit from your mobile device, that you were instead sent to a page with a big, ol’ mess o’ porn. Frantic emails to our hosting service and some nice, new passwords seem to have kept the porn robots at...
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