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Posted in Fiction, Nonfiction, Poetry, Uncategorized, tagged art museum, cellular respiration, friendlessness, have-nots, oracle, potato chips, poverty, reincarnation, Slavic Village, T.M. De Vos, underdogs on April 10, 2015| 3 Comments »
You can’t even be somewhere without spending money anymore: to earn the right to perform your cellular respirations in any given square foot, you’d better have a receipt or be standing in line to get one. A cup of coffee buys you an unharassed half hour on a high stool; a jaunty shopping bag shields you from suspicion while you linger for a moment on a bench. I once spent time in a city where the mall for the affluent was protected by security guards with machine guns. The people they let in were taller, robust, pressed. The ones whose path they stepped into were slighter, hungrier, looser in their clothes. In another city a hemisphere away, sidewalk guards stepped in front of men from the provinces and told them that the parks and stores were closed.
To be treated humanely, you must seem to be doing well.
We’re still more interested in the friendless, the bereft, the people who are left out of the sanitized exchange of the marketplace, the bleaching streetlamps of public life, the invisible fences around gated communities. There are those who are completely outside, and those on the edges, who eke out their positions every day. The story of the have-not is the only interesting narrative; stories of success are all alike: find your market, trade up.
~T.M. De Vos, Editor
Cathedral by Samir Atassi
Like Brothers and People Who Have Nothing by Roy Bentley
Friendless by Colin Dodds
Two Poems by Simon Perchik
Potato Chips by Jessica Wiseman Lawrence
Art Untied by Katy Masuga
Cassandra by Lindsay Merbaum
The Greyhound by Wendy Vaizey
Rumors of my death have been largely exaggerated.
Eleven months since the last time you saw me, Poetry Issue # 152, resulted in my first published book of poems, “Random Acts of Terror” published by Citizens for Decent Literature Press, a bachelor’s degree in journalism, a better understanding – politically – of just how fucked humanity and all its oppressed and exploited people are. A higher education resulted in already-formed philosophical convictions.
But I digress.
Now, with more time dedicated to putting together a crème de la crème of poetry submissions on a regular basis, you will see new and established and pseudo-established poets offering their literary blood, guts and other organs each month. Ten poems per issue, per month.
Enjoy the issue.
A big thank you to everyone!
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