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The Ghost of Frida Kahlo

The Ghost of Frida Kahlo

Poetry
Des Mannay
Did you see her
at the conference?
She throttled
Theresa May
.
Being worn,
an appendage
on that clammy wrist,
was an affront to
Frida’s bisexuality,
disability,
blood red Communism.
.
Poltergeist Frida
ripped words off walls
the way she tore
through life;
with eyes like fire.
.
Elsewhere—
‘Diego Rivera Reloaded’,
painted a new mural
with a p45 on,
and a laughing Frida Kahlo.
Who the hell
needs Banksy anyway? ...
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Beige Heterosexuals

Beige Heterosexuals

Poetry
Kevin Higgins
after Jameson Fitzpatrick
.
Oppression is a brown woman,
who used to be beige and called
Gerald, until she discovered it
an unfortunate name for a girl,
taking up no seats on the bus
because she prefers to travel
in the luggage compartment,
despite always buying
at least three tickets.
.
It is also my both telling you,
and yet not telling you, how she looked
when she emerged with the rest of the luggage
a little ...
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As the Drums Sound

As the Drums Sound

Poetry
Annabelle Kang
You are empty and loud
Just like the drums that sound
So close to me that my body quakes
I am five years old again
Hiding under the table
Bruised knees pressed on hardwood floors which have seen spilled blood and wine win against flesh and bone
The conductor writes fortississimo—
The whole house obeys Annabelle Kang is an English Literature student at Concordia University in Montreal ...
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Journalisticus Gonzocus Hibernicus

Journalisticus Gonzocus Hibernicus

Poetry
Kevin Higgins
Each morning around four in the afternoon
a crypt cracks opens and out you crawl,
the shades Michael Hutchence’s valet leant you bravely
fighting off the viciously sarcastic Irish sun.
.
Today you’ll be asked, by a last minute replacement
for Dave Fanning, what it was like
to fondle with both cheeks a bar stool on which
the more avant-garde half
of Hall and Oates once sat.
.
Later you’ll impress
a guy from Clonmel by taking ...
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Arches

Arches

Poetry
Lana F. Call
the way my spine contorts
like a bricklayer building a cathedral
does this shape please you Lord
.
sexless arches these mounds
of pious limestone laid
at the feet of man or God
.
shaped men made in man’s image
not from bone or Adam’s apple shaped
I am this frame
.
without a painting in it not created
but manufactured wholesale
from the detritus of other things
.
we built this me
together you and ...
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On the Bag with Dan Joy

On the Bag with Dan Joy

Poetry
Daniel Galvin
Met you on the last night of America—
you dived in our cab as we pulled away.
.
We went on the bag, some apartment block roof,
sun rising white and hot.
You showed me the goals you’d scored that day,
mimed the sweeping boots and turns.
.
The drugs sent us to the streets,
wandering anywhere, everywhere hopefully,
aimlessly through the Brooklyn dawn,
babbling, mental
my insane reflection in your spaceship eyes.
.
You called off ...
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