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Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words, Licorice Cement: Revisited

10.03.10 Posted in Contributor Series 6, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words Licorice Cement: Revisited By Alice Shapiro Once I wrote nonsense jabberwocky, jargon, words juxtaposed to make a poem. When they awarded me thirty pieces of silver I tried to fake it again. Failing I now offer up that anomaly one rare stab at language, rhythm an awkward push […]


Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words, Gifts Not Errors

10.01.10 Posted in Contributor Series 6, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words Gifts Not Errors (for Sophie) By Louis Gallo You will not remember when you saw leddo, never yellow, and the integers refused to toll in rigid gongs, eternally fixed, but danced … one, two, five, three, ten, eight and on toward intinity, the secret number no one knew about […]


Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words, Aloha

09.28.10 Posted in Contributor Series 6, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words Aloha By Jessie Carty Insert Key. Turn. Pull. Push. Locked. The ritual of safety. Drop keys on table. Open and close the refrigerator door, thinking 1–this time I’ll see the light go off 2–this time there will be something new inside. Sesame Street logic. Abierto. Cerrado. Sounds close […]


Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words, Poet and Lyricist: A Love Poem

09.25.10 Posted in Contributor Series 6, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words Poet and Lyricist: A Love Poem By BR Belletryst 1. You caught my ear, the first time you spoke a stressed consonant here and there. You used words I rarely hear, and I was unaware. You gave me your name, your heart and your tongue. I gave you […]


Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words, Verbal Destruction and Restoration

09.22.10 Posted in Contributor Series 6, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words Verbal Destruction and Restoration By Ryan Haack With my words, I destroy you. Little slices at first, like cardstock papercuts to the skin between your fingers, for which there is no special term. An insult and you feel like an ant, crushed underneath a giant foot; even worse […]


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