Please consider these poems for your wonderful magazine.

“Robocall from a Friend” is submitted elsewhere.

“Jump, Flash, Thumb, USB” has appeared in somewhat different form in Taco Bell Quarterly, in microform on an approaching space probe, in vermiform in Appendix B, and in cuneiform on a walrus tusk in the British Museum, but mislabeled, so don’t worry.

“If You Can’t Beat ’Em, Lick ’Em” is the poem in the Empyrean.  You have read many shadows of it.

“See an Enemy” is writ in burnished rows of steel.  Do you want to find out how my grace deals with my contemners? 

Gerald Friedman was born in a place.  He holds an M.F.A. from Iowa hostage in his mud room, and he can chap lips but not books.  His latest musical project is an erasure of 4’33”, by John Cage.