It's happened again: after much thought we have decided that the world is ready for another all-poetry issue of 5_trope.
To that end, we bring you our 19th instalment: a festival of verse, a bonanza of the belles-lettres. And can you think of a better way to spend a summer afternoon?
We didn't think so. We give you:
THE "Face without a glass between " ISSUE
July 2005
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it happened
We were at the circus and it happened.
cole swensen
you, there, with the broken mouth?
jj blickstein
afterbirth of the mechanized
lullaby.
stacey duff
Muscles ached, tame mountebanks
braking, same contusions spread
vernon frazer
just as the contest / is set / to begin / embrace / of fire
craig freeman
Now it may be that we arguments
august highland
Stoppage of time [procession] conscience
pete leed
Fine card board
provides a violent kind
of delightfulness
hugh tribbey
Their solid asses riding each innuendo before the music comes.
bruna mori
The heart is a glass dog with a fire in its throat.
jj blickstein
Whose voice under threat
Saw ‘master of tempest and fire’
And parted in the summer lightning
andrew mossin
No, I lie. I don’t have a face to give.
cole swensen
making involuntary to feel that incredibly
as though sending stars which drop back
like the surface of dead snails
hugh tribbey
compassion instructs the hand
weighted by seed
to hold over brass
andrew mossin
I do not burke myself with grassy matriarchies
hugh tribbey
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