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Rob Casper presents “jubilat” (and Sarah Gridley)
As the publisher of jubilat, I rarely edit the poems we accept. Ninety per cent of the time we take what we get, as is. In the case of the other 10%, we might…
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Date Night with the Obamas
Stacey and I walked down Sixth Avenue in the sunlight feeling good. At Housing Works, one of the great thrift stores de nos jours, I paid $25 for a beautiful Paul Stuart jacket that…
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We Bitches [by Anna Guzon]
We Bitches Even a charming little girl willprint a few well-chosen wordsneatly fold it into a star anddisseminate her harm. We knowhow to ruin a reputation. We learnto play it in the schoolyard. Her…
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I Beat the Sunrise for You [by Sharon Dolin]
Mojácar la Vieja, my constant view As a final post, I had thought to share a draft of one of the Goya poems I wrote about in my previous post, but they are so…
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Your Esquire Shoot [by Todd Boss]
Your Esquire Shoot — for Alex Lemon required a tailor-made Armani suit,a blue tab collar, apocket square to matchthe azure face of a sixthousand dollarwatch, and a woolenpeacoat, over-the-shoulder. Youstand there, drippingsex…
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Friday, London Calling, Ms. Stallings, and Some Etruscans Warriors [by Ernest Hilbert]
Well, tonight I board a flight for London. I traditionally spend the Saturday before the book first book fairs settling into my hotel and then heading out to visit London pubs with my old…
