rob mclennan: Four Prose Poems

Jan 23, 2013

Dry, peeling skin a hybrid. A long braid. The screen is full of voices. Spring is at an end.

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Metta Sáma: Prose Poem

Jan 16, 2013

What is law to such a man? The gun he places against the temple of the sheriff is him. It is his temple too.

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Jan 14, 2013

Fiction offers the illusion of characters moving through time. In poetry, everything happens in an instant.

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Jan 14, 2013

Swinging from their passionate cord for an hour or three, they would wind their slippery selves around the other’s torso....

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Jan 14, 2013

Don’t even start him on the subject of germs. Or the hidden life of soil.

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