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Daylight Savings Time Flies

By Regie Cabico Regie Cabico performs the poem "Daylight Savings Time Flies Like an Instagram of a Weasel Riding a Woodpecker and You Feel Everything Will Be Alright" at the 2016 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.

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Teaching Gender Segregated Sex Writing Class

By Regie Cabico I get to edit penis poems and feel like Michelangelo
Making masterpieces of what is private and unsculpted
Beneath the writing table
All I have to say is My penis is…

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A Queerification

By Regie Cabico queer me
shift me
transgress me
tell my students i'm gay

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Graveyard Picnic

by: Ina Cariño

I imagine his spirit feeding, // swooshing up, down. back into the ground—shimmer / trail following his ghostly comet form.

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American Lục Bát For the End of The World [At Long Last, At Least We Have Our Language?] ...

by: Joshua Nguyen

We / began with the easy single / us & look at us now— full / of we & us

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Provocations 1

by: mónica teresa ortiz

this is not a poem about inherited damages//it is an aubade on the infinite line//of all our tiny griefs

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Partum

by: Rio Cortez

To be batter and rind // maybe I’ve hidden my feral self even though I was certain I was wild

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EVERY DAY IS A CHANCE TO REVOLT

by: Golden

Eyes open: I see every planet————[breathing] / with [pomegranates]———in their———[future] // & I wonder if this is the————[world] / reloaded in my [heart]

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