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Sally Potter and Tilda Swinton in Conversation

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STACY SZYMASZEK

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 04:29:00 +0000

Stacy Szymaszek is the author of Emptied of All Ships (Litmus Press) and is the director of the Poetry Project at St. Mark's Church (New York City).

a guy launched an insult
out his car window

and peeled off into
the fireworks show

I was holding the camera

his car was eaten by
a pink chrysanthemum

I tore the group photos
into bits of confetti

for a gay politician

(from "Commune of S")

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JULIE DOXSEE

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 09 Nov 2007 22:14:00 +0000

Julie Doxsee's Fog Quartets is now available from horse less press. She is the author of several poetry chapbooks, and a book, Undersleep (Octopus Books, Winter 2007/2008). She lives here and here.

ORPHANS by Julie Doxsee

My face so haloed by charred
orphans you have never

seen. When we arrest our
mouths, instant half-hearts

fizzle from each eye. I take
a picture of you with my

throat. Years hatch a version
never touched by light

that will make it real. Same
goes for the nest I park you in

& your arm shaped as if slung
over logs. I don't know

whether to freeze or crawl
into the picture it becomes.

Julie Doxsee © 2007

DEL RAY CROSS

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 08 Aug 2007 15:43:00 +0000

Del Ray Cross lives in San Francisco, edits Shampoo. Please check out his book called Lub Luffly (Pressed Water).

dimpled heart by Del Ray Cross

your knee moved nine times
toward the knuckles of my heart

no bird becomes a heart
without plastic scars

my poetry doesn't understand the heart
it requires an understanding of the heart

Del Ray Cross © 2006