Issue 138

Summer & Fall 2010

Poetry Ted Mathys Poetry Ted Mathys

Subject Molt

You are sprung from the angle of inner event

and rise through the hydraulics of ventricles

like a birdcall in a storm drain

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Poetry Ted Mathys Poetry Ted Mathys

The Sound Weapon

Ahead of the vegetable cart a horse drops

a hoof on paving stones, the clop equivalent

to a gunshot and a hooker

in Prospect Heights in the guise

of a Civil War widow has a heart attack.

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