Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Poems by Scott Malby   Song of the Brothers In the name of two of Christ’s Apostles and the Patriarch Jacob. The Apostles St. James, the brother of Jesus and St. James the son of Zebedee. When it's a bad time for plums it’s a good time for tomatoes.   Kill Pity I salt my toast with butter. My shower head gleams like a chrome gun. Waking up is a journey out of one dream and into another. The longing. The need like boiling water in my hand. The fire to come, skin quivering, waiting for the plunge.   Dirty Words They're comforting and red and full of furious spit. You find them on a farm like domesticated animals and when the gates not shut they escape. Always backbiting.   Next Poem
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