Selected Poems

AMERICAN CINEMA
Marc De Palo

BLACK ANIMALS
Aase Berg

TOPOGRAPHICA
Robyn Art

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ISSUE NUMBER FOUR

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ISSUE NUMBER SIX

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ISSUE NUMBER SEVEN

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ISSUE NUMBER EIGHT

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ISSUE NUMBER NINE

BLACK DOG SONG

I am of a family
because my dog
knows me
the dog that is silky
and big like a fox,

the foxes and
road kill all wander
the highway
beneath all the
shade wings of
things just like hawks

the hawks start to
know me, like
I know the road kill,
the flies know the
road kill, and so
do the crows

the dogs in the morning
they crow like the reindeer,
like chickens on griddles
beneath all the sun,

the sun knows my skin
and the fur of the dogs that
are under the crows and
are next to the sun,

while riding on reindeer
in depths of the winter,
while dreaming of houses
and chickens on grills,

the grill needs a chicken
and gaskets and red flames
like wings of the crows
and the wings of the sun,

and dogs near the grill
are the hot silk black dogs that
the hot silk black dogs that
like minxes and cats

the cats burn with griddles
back to where they know me
the dog that still knows me
through sunlight and dark.

Lisa Jarnot