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Funny How Time Slips Away

Jon-Michael Frank

oops     I canít find my    loved ones    alone     in a telephone
forever     thereís no unity like     weíre all     dire    weíre all
dying     the great     snowmen     of global warming     if only
some shit     didnít get     real     I could     explain these     termites
in my     heart     this shiny     anvil     on my back     what is the
enemy     if not     no meaning     a Hawaiian girl     quivering     in
the distance     a bag of quartz     hanging from     the gallows
letís batter     ourselves     on beauty     before fear    snaps its
final picture     of us     donít worry though     Iím carrying     a
boatload     of dynamite     right through     the dark     but why
are you yelling

 

Jon-Michael Frank has work published in Anti-, Banango Lit, Inter/rupture, and Sixth Finch, among others. A chapbook of poems is forthcoming from Birds LLC, and another chapbook, of comics, is being released by El Aleph Press in 2014. Jon-Michael is also an assistant editor for BIRDS, LLC and helps run a reading series in Austin, TX called Fun Party.












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ISSUE THREE: Alertly Messy

Kelly Nelson
   My Uncle at Nineteen
   His Mother Writes
      the Warden, 1955

Jon-Michael Frank
   Funny How Time Slips Away
   Not Fade Away

Jacqueline Jules
   Obsolete Angers

J. Bradley
   Yelp Review:
     Planned Parenthood
    of Greater Orlando

   Yelp Review:
     The Milk Bar

Amy Schriebman Walter
   Hope in a Yellow Dress

Miho Kinnas
   Earlobes

Mark Povinelli
   Notes I
   Notes II

Kenneth Nichols
   The Best Writers
     Bombed the SAT

John Patsynski
   The Money Weapon

Aileen Bassis
   Pellucid Musing

Travis Macdonald
   When the Map's Crease
      Becomes an Axis
      and Detaches

Kris Hall
   Pyromanian I
   Pyromanian II

Claire Scott
   Harbor Lights

Elizabeth Kate Switaj
   Poseidon's Canto