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Strange Theater/Book Review

  Strange Theater   by John Amen NYQ Books, 2015 http://books.nyq.org/author/johnamen Paperback ISBN:  978-1-63045-008-3               Reviewed by Paul Sohar   John Amen has a surprise for his readers every time he comes out with a new volume, even if in retrospect the novelty was adumbrated by earlier work; the Dadaist experimentation of “New Arcana” now seems to be the natural outgrowth or sharpening of the surrealist images of “At the Threshold of Alchemy” which in turn was only a step beyond the exuberant metaphors of his first two books. But where can you go...

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Then and Now / Steve Poleskie

photographer unknown The author wearing one of the “magic shirts” in his Cornell studio, ca 1992 * * CHAIN MAN’S FREE STORE   by Stephen Poleskie   The shirt I am wearing while writing this piece is over forty-five years old. It is still in perfect condition, having no rips or worn spots; it even continues to hold its permanent press. No, it has not been in a drawer for the past forty-five years; in fact I wore it almost daily when I was teaching. It is one of two I got back then at Chain Man’s Free Store....

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Karen Schubert/Fiction

The blueberry ginger muffins were still warm, so I’d left the basket uncovered. I was balancing it and a thermos of coffee with one hand, using the other to get around a box that was nearly wide and long as the entryway. I called halloooo! Lee came in with a handful of socks, dropped a shot glass into each one, and stuffed them into the enormous box between a bag of rice, a rag rug and a few couch pillows…

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Mollie McNeil/Fiction

I want to say I have a lot of brothers inside with sharp knives and baseball bats, but I can’t. I’m no good at lying. Pluto should bite him, but he just thumps his tail on the concrete pavement like we are old pals. More tears stream down my face. I can’t stop them.

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Dió-genes Abréu/Poetry

      THIS NEGRO   This negro doesn’t speak of rivers, I speak of Haitian children whipped by misery and denied a nationality;   this negro doesn’t speak of rivers, there are other currents marking the cartography of this map we call Republic;   I speak of borders traced with human bones to separate people with the fear of death, I also speak of borders erased by the footprints of women giving birth in the sugarcane plantations where the boss, the master, would like to steal even their screams of pain;   this negro doesn’t speak of rivers, my words don’t flow down serpentine streams, they fall sharply into the hearts of this Nation puncturing years of deception, word by word I speak of hatred expertly hidden within diplomatic speeches, history twisted, sweet tasty sugar, refined labor bleached out of the blood of siblings I’m afraid  to name;   this is not a poem about strangers for when I hear of Haitians being thrown across the border, I see myself with dusty chest, facing the ground as if it were my grave;   this negro doesn’t speak of rivers, I speak of Haitian children born under the Dominican flag and then denied that nationality… my soul has also grown deep like a river, Langston, but I didn’t build the pyramids, I have not bathed my sorrow in the...

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