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Re: Wards of the Crown
Jeremy Luke Hill
forbidden music
we should probably
Conor Barnes
For Murphy Glow Stick Fingers Jade Riordan
George Bowering: Scatter-Gun
Ken Cathers: the sum
Craig Dworkin: The Déjà Vu of Déjà Dit
Stephen Bett
Phantom
Courses
Steven Ray Smith
Victims of Captology
Kyla Jamieson
Ode to the Cockroach my tiny minnow Cara Waterfall
Poetic Outcrops poetic extracts: study #8 Sean Howard
If You See Something, Say Something
James Cagney
Tulips for Barbara
Ann E. Michael
Friendly Nuts
Carl Joesf Homolka
Under the Arbor
Heather Bourbeau
Marketplace
Road Trip, 1985
Christopher Evans
The First Treatise
The Second Treatise
The Third Treatise
Yara Farran
Ganapati Brume Yuugen Gulf Adam Day


Re: Wards of the Crown
I object to you making their
dissection pseudonymic.
Permit at least the privilege
of their names, now that they claim
no other privacy—the skin
flayed and hung, the soul specimen-
bottled in formaldehyde. Does
an alias steady your hands
to the surgery, let your knife
anatomize in good conscience?
How can we cradle your pen-scrawl
catalogues of pathologies—
signs of fetal alcohol
on the musculature
of the pneuma; long-term neglect
along the periosteum
of the psyche; extensive scarring
of the noesis from repeated
court-ordered visitation,
full penetration—how can we,
without a name.