“Scream” by Stephen Kalinich

Photo by VC Ferry

from the root up
we need a radical change…
everything is so strange

the dog

the kids

the Americana nightmare
has lost its horizon

its on to the next

Fred Astaire
in the fame game..

Prostitutes, pimps
broken down winos
sleep under bill boards
white like albinos

muted jaded
no piece of the dream
American casualty


Stephen Kalinich

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© 2009

Marika 2 by Alexis Rhone Fancher

Photo by Alexis Rhone Fancher

Photo by Alexis Rhone Fancher

she’s a sad little puddle of misery
on the sidewalk outside the bar.
shocking to see how much she’s
deteriorated in only a week.
she gums her words,
the always sad litany of her
always sad life and,
as always,
I give her $1.
I should go out after dark more often.
bring more money. but ever since my stepdaughter
started stealing my
cash, I stopped carrying any.
should I call social services? I ask. I take out my iphone.
no. they won’t come. you gotta be on the street for
thirty days before
they’ll come git you.
thirty days is a long time to be homeless,
destitute, puddled, distraught.
I’m just tryin’ta git me sumthin’ ta eat, a place ta sleep,
it’s been so hard,
so hard, she says.
I reach into my wallet.
give her all I have.
she follows me down the neon street,
nose running, eyes bright,
thanking me over and over.
I can’t get away fast enough.
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© 2009