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“After Opposites Attract,” by Robert Schladale

Apr 20th, 2012 | By

When he met her at the marina with a single long-stemmed rose and the poem he had written just for her, she said if he didn’t stop she would have to make him marry her. And when they took her daddy’s powerboat out into Florida Bay and he told her not to worry about sharks she said fine, she trusted him. But when they snorkeled and he said that the death of the coral was caused by her father and other men like her father, they argued.



“The Doritos Guy,” by Eric K. Auld

Apr 20th, 2012 | By

Somebody told me
the Doritos guy
died recently.

Although I wasn’t
paralyzed
at hearing this news,
a sadness overcame me,
one that leaves
a crumbling, artificial
powdered-cheese sensation
in my throat,
with bags of guilt to follow.



“Consummation,” by Lloyd Aquino

Apr 20th, 2012 | By

Ever stick a vibrator
in your mouth, bite
down, and pull
the trigger?



“Venting Haiku, Composed in a Grubby Hotel Room in Pokhara, Nepal (dedicated to Bryan Adams, with apologies to fans),” by Joel Hardin

Apr 20th, 2012 | By

maudlin strains sift
Into my thin-walled room
God of Nepal nights



Two Poems by Rachel Gellman

Apr 20th, 2012 | By

There’s a colon between our two
separate parts. Let’s add a semi in there
to make us depend upon each other.
I want to verb you, so we should really
dash out of here, punctually,
once they give us our sentence.