Smith Corona Light out for the territory, you said Of course both of us wanted to be Rimbaud When Harry learns to dance we’ll make amends Until then Verlaine is old. I miss you in a Jane Kenyon way. I...

by Damon Hubbs Galesburg It took me all day to figure  out that line. What a loss of capital.  I’m old. I had to google TERF and now your obsession  with the train scene in Risky Business Honey, wake ...

Condolence Book I’m sorry for your loss. I’m deeply sorry for your loss. I’m sorry I lost my manners that night we were drinking in Maine. Your whole family is in my thoughts, especially that little n...

Life & Contacts It was the year someone vandalized the city councilman’s car. The paper said deer piss. Everyone is an informer in the end. If flight paths link heaven and earth, the angels have a web...

"Like pissing wine into an ocean of alcoholics"

Young Gannet I’m tired of crows and their death banquets. Really —lighten up, Ted. Do you keep your glasses on during sex? School is over. It’s parrot season and there’s a gold rush in Cuzco. Sure,…

We here at C22 are proud to bring to you Centuries and Dilemmas by Joshua Martin, our latest full length release. Centuries. Dilemmas. In the Cosmos. In the Land of Dissolving Altitude. Bending to …

A bird and a fish may fall in love, but where would they live

Because Life is too Short to Read Bullshit

Blue Line Where are you if not on the Blue Line to Revere Beach. I don’t know what we did before then. Kelly’s is closed. The seagull with the meaty chest just shit on Billie twice. Maybe you’re readi...

Hole The day I got drunk down in Jupiter with Tiger and Charles, we got into 6 car crashes but the 3rddidn’t count because it was one of those micro Italian carsthat look more like chrome footwear …

Jodhpurs and Clavicles  There’s no telling where I end and you begin. All the kings menare in the kitchen doing jujutsu with Jane. The afterparty contains hostile agents and bad news about the divi…

by Damon Hubbs “The spark bird delivers the message, / flinty redhead, little backstabber, / eyes like diamond traps you’ve laid me up. / Your radical intimacy makes me blush.”

We meet Rado and Ragni in a heated swimming pool/ surrounded by plastic plants./ We meet a Spanish ceramicist with spiraling obsessions./ We meet a girl named Bernadette/ who cheats on fiction with…

Black Boots, Sheer Tops There’s this mom at my kid’s school who really looks like she knows her way around a cock. I see her at drop off every morning. She’s a tough cookie, a dream maker. She has her...

Arabia Felix She cracked, in Natick Eyes like black horses in an oil field It’s 7:15 am And the spring Issue of The Paris Review Is shit He will be the strange Sudden loss that changes everything, The...

2 Poems By Damon Hubbs Oblique Commentary on Swiss Design All the heartthrobs are dyingThis to the crown among the daddies of the timeMy daily processdear Cinnettereflecting the popular media of th…

Roosevelt Island Haiku  Please consider my tasteThe captivating pivot leads to the inevitable collapseThe truth of a time-stamped poem is like too many detectives in search of a grand piano and in …

by Damon Hubbs “It’s night / The planets spin in reverse / I made marinara / and sent a postcard to an ex / She used to be a debutante       now she’s avant-  gard...

Flag Stop On the way to the crusades I met a boy on a green Vespa. I’m doomed to be no one other than myself. “It’s Portofino,” he saidand there’s something about the colorthat resembles the Christ…

Strange Games It was rumoured I had never been born – that I had appeared on earth a fully formed man,moulded into skin and bone. Some said I materialised in an orb of light like a messenger …

by Damon Hubbs “The moon is a dummy grenade launcher / and I need some / good advice: should I whip / out / my pay / and buy all the tubas in Switzerland”

by David Estrinel “[ Ripped Backsides ] not only fulfilled its promise to deliver a dopamine-laced travel log/urban anthropologist shadow diary but also an erudite commentary on societal decay and d...

March Indulge yourself in a final thought as the year ends: If you leave her, the road ahead opens into a midlife reckoning. No money for the cliched convertible. The trip to Japan. Holiday shrine …

Half man, half bull, my hands beneath/ your cotton cardigan. My mind an indelible blue./ How quickly your utopian body/ passes the glory of the world.