Dan phoned in sick today, 
said the chef, looking at me,
like a hawk looks at a mixy rabbit,
in the middle of a desolate field.

He said, can you work tonight, mate?
I stuttered, unable to make up
some bullshit excuse in time.
I’d planned to drink alone. 

It was busy, and sweaty, and fucking
boring. I washed 147 plates.
knives, folks, ramekins and cutlery-
then they all fucked off.

I scraped burnt on pans, as
sweat stood on my forehead
and my once white T-shirt stuck to me,
as if I’d just ran a half marathon.

Chef said, your tips are by the hot plate;
I got half the amount I was owed, and
I stank and ached, and hated. 
I grinned and didn’t say anything-

then I went home, and drank alone.

Sean Stones is a poet and aspiring novelist from Darlington in the North East of England. He is  currently studying a Masters Degree in Creative Writing at Sheffield Hallam University.

The Tongues by Oppen, McPhee-ed

are an apparition
to maintain a public impression of decorum, prosperity, etc., despite reversals
Let’s utter words, express data and find a scent
in one’s house
When apostle = travel
The distance in one day
as splendid
From one place to another
into or to that place
a way of calling attention
to an inadvertent losing of something dropped, misplaced, stolen, etc.
Withhold (someone) from accessibility to a visitor
sometimes replaceable
an influence on a body or system, to produce a change in shape
At this juncture, instance, fame: an aspect of a thing
Compare common and leap
astronomical equinoctial solar tropical sidereal
without surface irregularities; smooth
or fluctuations excessively strict
She is bewildered as to place
to withhold something from, or refuse to grant a request
especially one defining or restricting, sometimes replaceable
the strength possessed by a living being
that physical coercion
with or without a following hyphen
As to the smallest isolable meaningful element
we seek openly and energetically to have
A more or less vertical axis and advancing simultaneously over land or sea, as a dust devil, tornado, or waterspout that belongs to him
implies that the thing or its cause is unknown or unexplained
his a principal carrier of meaning
This is a form of hunting in which wild animals are encircled and chased into a special spot that makes their escape impossible
We have confusion over how to say them
these animal words
One player chases the others in an attempt to touch one of them
who then becomes the chaser

Things

That start with x and bounce
That make you go hmmmm
That need to be invented

Things
That are 50 years old in 2014
That are green and pink and tax deductible
That aren’t there anymore
That are blue in color, are fast

Things
That begin with the letter Y and bring good luck

Things
That can be recycled in threes, in pairs
That cause miscarriages and change the world
That can’t be written off on taxes and cause cancer

Things
That don’t make sense and destroy crossword clues
That dissolve in water and don’t mix with humor

Things
That end with the letter x
That everyone should know
That expand in water
That explode when mixed, emit light, eat grass

Things
That fly and fall apart
That feel like a tongue and float and sink and fit perfectly into other things

Things
That glow under black light

Things
That happened in 1964
That happened in 1954
That happened today

Things
That irritate, induce, increase

Things
That Jesus said and that Japan is known for

Things
That keep you awake
That keep you from losing weight
That kill more than sharks and trees

Things
That live in the ocean and look like herpes but aren’t
That lower sperm count and look good on a resume

Things
That no longer exist, never change, need to happen before the rapture

Things
That orbit the sun, open and close, originated in Sweden

Things
That people collect like poison dogs
That push men away

Things
That queens do
That qualify for disability
That qualify as sin for advance military pay

Things
That rhyme with life, represent spring

Things
That start with a and should be invented for kids

Things
That taste bitter and transform and trigger asthma

Things
That used to be cool and used hydraulics, electricity, electromagnets, gamma rays

Things
That vibrate to produce sound and vanish
That vitamin D does for the body
That vinegar is good for

Things
That weigh a kilogram and will make you cry
That will ruin your childhood and weigh an ounce
That will make your boyfriend crazy and weigh a gram

Things
That are from Florida, that x-ray technicians do

Things
That you can make and sell and take on a plane
That you can make with duct tape

Things
That zip up to go down
That zebras eat
That zig zag
That Zeus is known for

Anne Gorrick is a poet and visual artist.

She is the author of eight books including most recently: Beauty, Money, Luck, etc. for Beginners (Spuyten Duyvil Press, 2019) and An Absence So Great and Spontaneous it is Evidence of Light (the Operating System, 2018).

Anne Gorrick lives in West Park, New York.

Among the Forgetters #79

We will see gold.
Consciousness will progress.
We will wear costumes 

and pull a plastic bee from a tangle
of real flowers.

We will post our hours under our names.

A tame animal will return
to the wild,

and we will cry to find
its hands 

in a campsite abandoned by poachers. 
In the meantime,
we sit here

wondering if the sweet by-and-by
is in fact just the meantime
with a fresh coat

of gold paint.

Slash for Cotton Mather #1

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Glen Armstrong edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters.and has two new chapbooks: Simpler Times nd Staring Down Miracles.

4.6

and thymine (T). How false
is the glitz? Rely on a certain salto mortale
when the predicate is denied
3,Source/Original/ShadowBot v3 – March
2007/index.log,botnet,ShadowBot,3,unknown,cpp,
03/2007,x86,win32. At last, ein Untier. The Nephilim kill.
In the alkali reach, ARYH, traumatic core, δαιμόνιον
or Dogon mask in the Ars Goetia.
Assemblages effectuate the abstract.
Interchange, troia, nod from (Latin: rapiemur),
is evasive later, not inborn. Lock the truce filial insider,
stillicide:  a) Micro-entax b) Meso-entax c) Macro-entax.
Faith. Logic can’t bend this 4,Source/Original/rBot
0.3.3 – May 2004/index.log,botnet,rBot,0.3.3,unknown,
cpp,05/2004,x86,win32. The mediatrix deposits a .docx
in the Lumen gentium and decathects the revenant.
(Not even Baudelairean ennui nor Blanchotian désœuvrement.) 
Agency: the passive structure, postpostpostrevolts.
Refuse collection? In the Sphinx circle, Weyer’s
Pseudomonarchia Daemonum is derived from the Greek
Χριστός (Christos). Mathemes hunt univocity. Not one,
the multiple, is not. Dynamosophy is restored. Seize
fidelity. Enown the Party. Processal flux or vox
populi as militant truth. SAVE UP TO 80%
ON HEALTHCARE and the Spartacus rebellion
5,Source/Original/ZeuS 2.0.8.9 – Feb 2013/index.log,
botnet,ZeuS,2.0.8.9,unknown,
c,02/2013,x86,win32. Spelunk duplex
lung brackish, the suffix rung’s host,
havoc, then bloodied, signifiers.   
Flâneurs pose a surface, fling clew
or demes, taken up. Unfortunately F_edit and F_balance
are not orthogonal, well yield. Caesuras

Daniel Y. Harris is the author of numerous collections of xperimental writing. His individual collections include The Tryst of Thetica Zorg (BlazeVOX, 2018), Volume II of his Posthuman Series and The Rapture of Eddy Daemon (BlazeVOX, 2016), Volume I of his Posthuman Series. He holds an M.Div from The University of Chicago and is Publisher & Editor-in-Chief of X-Peri. His website is danielyharris.com.

In St Mary’s churchyard

a worn path winds through chest tombs
beech branches throw sunlight confetti
to waltz with grave grass and windswept
rain-pocked benches

you prefer this side of the city
where the traffic is a whisper
history a step from the high street

where you know their names
and they say to stay a while

and you have all day – the doctor
signed you off work with anxiety
for a fortnight when your husband
started sleeping with your boss

and she hugged you and thanked
you for the blessing you didn’t give
when you said she was welcome to him

and you prefer keeping the company
of skeletons—the dead give the best advice

as you read their names inside your head
they always share their own transgressions

and they remind you they know you brought
the dark-eyed boy here (the dead have long
memories) no one is innocent
but some try harder than others, they say

and you wonder if they’d rather be
remembered this way, or not at all

Even in another timeline you would not be together

You’ve had this number for years but never dial it. It’s fixed in fading ink and framed by dust – when there was still a choice to make, you made the wrong one. You find yourself resting your chin on her shoulder, reading a line of letters that make perfect sense until you open your eyes. Her shoulder is a pillow. The love notes are scribbled and scrambled on your palms. You string hours together like spiders’ webs; these light nights keep you awake. You capture each minute with drawing pins – tacking them down, cracking the glass orchid sky before it can nudge you off the edge.

Kate Garrett is the editor of Three Drops from a Cauldron, Picaroon Poetry, and Bonnie’s Crew, and her own writing is widely published. Born in rural southern Ohio, she moved to the UK in 1999, where she still lives in Sheffield with her husband, five children, and a sleepy cat. 

deep lime slip light swerkett

a small ball
of green wax

c.w. cracking
eleven angles

that’s the old world
with the wingéd bulls

spider opened a can of coke
& now for the news, he said

that last rotten lettersaurus laughing

dewy insects vs. loading the program

on the edge of the prairie wet and dry

a selenium yarn combo for the post nacho crowd
that miracle color chart changes with the wind

balance of the food groups
to find one waiting on the beach

thinking of the young machines in the river
as the faces melt into the puddle below

the cooking was done in a sandy pit
the juices of all worlds were commingled

J. D. Nelson (b. 1971) experiments with words and sound in his subterranean laboratory. Visit www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. Nelson lives in Colorado.

oscillation

4 frozen
circles sink in 

                          genetic withdrawal 

500 million 
functions

                          mutate

genomic 
sugar chain 
adenine base
                           hydrogen bond

aligns two strand
end double helix 
encode

                           condons

covert 
long cap replication
spindles fib

                           transfer

tata box.kilobase
less available       

phantom

mixed fuse
vogue abrupts

the plasm 
parity fashion 

a raven 
bites regret

Irene Koronas is the author of numerous collections of xperimental writing. Her individual collections include declivities (BlazeVOX, 2018), Volume III in her Grammaton Series, ninth iota (The Knives Forks and Spoons Press, 2018), Volume II in her Grammaton Series and Codify (Éditions du Cygne, 2017), Volume I in her Grammaton Series). She is an internationally acclaimed painter and digital artist, a graduate of the Massachusetts College of Art & Design and the Publisher and Managing Editor of X-Peri. 

Her hand falls through water,
lotus nocturne, the spinning flower
illuminates the silver treetops.

Moon at the footbridge, the willow
trilling since she was born,
the sky she could be captured.

Riverflow, her nightshade back,
unable to be turned aside,
her fate alights like a dragonfly.

Night flower, the falling water
crushed in red, the dark wood floods
an amulet, the streak lights open.

John Swain lives in Louisville, Kentucky. His most recent chapbook is Over the Silver Maple. 

Here alone
where the
whiskey bent
Western skyline
looks like
twenty four 
yellow roses 
in a
Symphony 
crystal vase

Americana songwriter and Kansas-City-based storyteller K.W. Peery is the author of eight poetry collections: Tales of a Receding Hairline; Purgatory; Wicked Rhythm; Ozark Howler; Gallatin Gallows; Howler Holler; Bootlegger’s Bluff; Cockpit Chronicles. His work is included in the Vincent Van Gogh Anthology Resurrection of a Sunflower, The Cosmic Lost and Found: An Anthology of Missouri Poets (Spartan Press) & Best of Mad Swirl Anthology 2018 Website: www.kwpeery.com

you walk along with the shadows

and the howling sounds of some

alien animals inside your head;

it doesn’t matter, how hard you try-

to keep your gods by the side

you keep the lights on; there

are hands of life touching your face

telling the most innocent of all stories

you have ever heard. you have

a reason to keep it dumb, you have

a reason to hide behind

the veil of comforting geometries; but

the urge to forget, and wake up

in a different universe through the worm-holes

of over-bearing guilt-

it keeps finding you, like those breadcrumbs

for the skin i once had. 

Sudeep Adhikari is a structural engineer/Lecturer from Kathmandu, Nepal.   His poetry has recently appeared in the venues like Boned, The Magnolia Review and Mojave River Review. His 5th book of poetry “anti-philosophical deep dreams” was released by Pski’s Porch Publishing, New-York, USA in March, 2019.