jolie prather assisted dying There are no barbed wires here:/there are keypad numbers/green lights and weathered LEDs john paul davis winter compline Night is the world turning its face away from light;/Winter is earth throwing back its head. luc simonic provincial 401 there are pieces to/be afraid of everywhere. one year Grass in the wind/Measuring my distances. death of beauty repetition in song./The melodrama of daily living suzi q. smith cracked he was almost invisible/as if each day/the eraser took a bit more of his color the other woman he fucked me like the other woman/kissed me like a clean slate/abounding freedom chris kornacki 6 a.m. silence. except for a soft crackling sound/from the end of my cigarette why i'm still here on sunday/i woke up/& slid from under/your arms jonathan penton not-sonnet #21 all i want/is for you to grab hold/of my sin/from the inside brad vogler bruce e. miner What else is there to do/he thought heavy and lost/himself as girls passed with a scent nicholas moore graveyard shift or the devil at large Sing, sing says the pack/All box cutters and eerie looks/In passing adam brunner black dog Days later, I will come back/And find the room empty,/I will close the door behind me