Other Poets/Other Poems

Gilbert Allen, issue 42

Anonymous, Issue 17

Antler, Issue 36

Amy Beeder, Issue 16

Boyd W. Bensen, Issue 31

Donna Biffar, Issue 15

Kimberly Blaeser, Issue 27

P. W. Boisvert, Issue 39

Rick Cannon, Issue 28

Jared Carter, Issue 24

David Chorlton, Issue 40

Billy Collins, Issue 1, Issue 18

Steven Coughlin, Issue 39

Philip Dacey, Issue 6

Denise Duhamel, Issue 13

Stephen Dunn, Issue 34

Stuart Dybek, Issue 41

Dave Etter, Issue 14

Norma Hammond, Issue 22

David Hernandez, Issue 23

Susan Holahan, Issue 12

Angela Just, Issue 32

Lisa Kadous, Issue 20

Julie King, Issue 30

Lyn Lifshin, Issue 19

Mary Lucina, Issue 26

Louis McKee, Issue 5

Pamela Miller, Issue 8

Lisel Mueller, Issue 29

Alexis Orgera, Issue 35

James Reiss, Issue 26

Len Roberts, Issue 2

Kristopher Saknussemm, Issue 10

R. T. Smith, Issue 38

Cathy Song, Issue 21

Judith Valente, Issue 37

Charles Harper Webb, Issue 25

Mary Ann Waters, Issue 11

J. D. Whitney, Issue 33

Bayla Winters, Issue 3

Lila Zeiger, Issue 4

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My Guardian Biped

Absolutely no talking cats!
--submission guideline

Yes He can, yes He can,
He can open that can.
Open He can

most anything, even
His notsnout, even
this carpeted heaven

He stalks--like He's ready
to sprint up a tree
with pure joie de vivre.

But High Muckamuck
moves in slow motion--stuck
on two legs. The poor shmuck.

And His tongue couldn't tweeze
this Lilac Burmese
to pluck out the fleas.

Though it never unwraps
to sandpaper His lips,
it endlessly flaps.

Now He folds, in midair,
to conform to His Chair.
That stare. That stare.

He wants me, right there,
for a lap dance. Oh dear.
That hide with no fur

on One that can't purr.

--Gilbert Allen
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