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The Money Weapon

John Patsynski

The photographer
plays in the background

The sounds not so
strangely familiar

Horror spoken far
too often

Actual Night

The principal
form of universal time

Rust become chrome
Hyperfine frequency

Mood equals current

I am suddenly required
to obtain a poetic license

Danger is my middle finger

John Patsynski : Capricorn in Denver. B.A from Shimer College (Chicago/Oxford). MFA from Naropa University (Boulder). Curates zyxt journal & press. Some chapbooks are Simple Machines, Chaotic Neutral, Pop Magic! Some poems have appeared in Thought Crime, Morkville, Shampoo Poetry. Once dropped acid with Bernadette Mayer. Thurston is my co-pilot cat. Helen’s hand is ever in mine. “Poetry for everyone.”

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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

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