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It is my sad duty to inform you that a matter of hours ago Southern Redbacks batsman, Phillip Hughes passed away as a result of the in...

If poetry really does possess any curative powers, then all our thoughts are with you, Phillip Hughes.

Heart fibrillation begins. The doctor peers over a surgical mask and furnishes a pep talk. Joe’s hands clamp on the tabl...

The Path to Citizenship You can almost hear the fife and drum. What are the Federalist Papers? How many amendm...

The Night, The Dream     after Sylvia Plath’s ‘The Hanging Man’     Dreaming’s an art. Dreams can be re-cr...

Elders They are a stand of bitter wisdom trees eyes revolving inwards like moons beguiling faces smiling down ...

First Gun Two punks blew away an old couple in Rockingham. I bought a pistol. Years of Hopalong Cassid...

Green Almonds I found the green color of the unripe almonds soothing, even more so if I dipped my hand into the wicker basket in which...

As you're aware, Regime Books is a collective of writers and editors slaving away for free, and entirely for the love of it. Along the ...

mythic I never cared much for these lilacs she said slowly teasing melted gum from its wrapper you recall it I know the fir...

A new Regime - Regime 4 Nay-sayer though I am, I will resist the urge to skewer this review toward another dog-eared eulogy for t...

Supposing   Supposing  you undressed someone.  But you didn’t stop  when you had all their clothes off,  y...

Punks   (first appeared in Harpur Palate Vol. 11, No. 1, Summer/Fall 2011)   They live under the stairs. Up...

Kissed by God at Ski Roundtop It came gradually as it might be expected to do. The trees, Peruvian green r...

To/Fro The world will end  with yellow wolf's death rattle. The furniture of the universe  is a bare l...

Velvet Clown My desires will not be contained by the  fig leaf of public modesty and my  wants wil...

Twin Girls, 1948 Beth was always different marching as she did to an armless drummer. Her sister Kate marc...

CINEMATIC   O you silly little, just a boy, she can pick you up and move you across the floor -- there's a m...

Labor Day Water in the pool is murky, still. The pump off. Marigold petals flitter beneath the surface as ...

And That Was You Who Saw The World of No War, No Blood You saw the world In your own eyes, there was no war No...