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The 10 best independent bookshops in the world – readers recommend.

Wherever you are in the world, visiting a bookshop is always a treat – but with their numbers dwindling, independent …

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The Story of Travis Wedge

July 5, 2015 – 7:08 am | No Comment

The Story of Travis Wedge
by Dirk Michener

I’ve been trying to get a hold of you
on the phone.
I came up to yr work a couple times
but you wouldn’t come out of the cubicle… after a while the receptionist
suggested I leave.

I met a girl at the bar
and told her to come see me up at yr work
but when she saw you she said-
Yr not you
Yr not Travis Wedge.
I’ve been trying to reach you on the phone
so, on the machine,
I offered you a job at Penthouse magazine.
Penthouse magazine told me to go visit you
up at work
maybe call you a few times to chat
about business.
I suppose most every time we talked
you probly got the wrong impression-
I most certainly carry a threatening tone.
See, I always get my man
even if it’s just a photo
or perhaps a thinly detailed drawing
based on a description
from a girl at the bar I sent to yr work
(to give me some photos)
but really,
I knew it wasn’t you she was looking for-
It was Travis Wedge.
Travis Wedge didn’t care about photos
Travis Wedge just wanted to do his job
without trouble
and go home,
make a few phone calls…

America tastes good with ketchup.

July 4, 2015 – 7:41 am | No Comment

America tastes good with ketchup.
by Riley Knox
Old cow, your tits look
placeless and rough. Your
eyes fallow and vacant.
Your feet forever shackled
into small
Did he brand you with his
back hand? Just pock marks.
scar …

Fourth of July, 2012

July 4, 2015 – 5:12 am | No Comment

Fourth of July, 2012
By Robyn Schiff
I remember a performance
of Antigone in which she
threw herself on the floor of
the universe and picked up
a piece of dust. Is that
the particle? It startled …

Friday Afternoon Poem

July 3, 2015 – 7:35 am | No Comment

by Ryan Ritchie
it’s been a rough one.
one thing after another
pretty soon
you’re wondering
when the abuse will finally end.
you come up for air
just long enough to
get smacked down again,
asking yourself
when …


June 30, 2015 – 7:02 am | One Comment

by Jude Dillon
whisper into the ear of a deaf mute and don’t
expect a nod……a thin blue wash surfacing
on the dark channel….
soon is hardly quick enough to frighten bears in iron …

A Dubious Superpower

June 29, 2015 – 5:59 am | One Comment

A Dubious Superpower
by Matt Taylor
I was built in a factory (I must have been);
stuffed to the brim with copper wires
conducting the electricity needed to power
my legs, my arms, my neck.
Then …

The Baby Mind

June 28, 2015 – 9:17 am | No Comment

The Baby Mind
by Shane Jesse Christmass
In 1974, when indoor smoking wasn’t pillory then, in the train corridor, the tufts smelt of Nanna Magee’s stale smokes, like a hive-mind of melting …

Stand To

June 27, 2015 – 9:13 am | One Comment

Stand To
by Oscar Smiles
stand to and
take ur jacket off
it’s wool inside
I got such a sycophant glare
don’t come crying wolf to me
such as behind the corylus tree
mother mari comforts me
whispering words …

Friday Afternoon

June 26, 2015 – 8:32 am | One Comment

Friday Afternoon
by Dan Oberhaus
The world twitches
quivers, writhes
in unison-
as a child lets
happiness run down
her chin
and all the whores in
dark hotels with businessmen
(whose marionettes have
long since tired of their repetition)
will swallow their …


June 25, 2015 – 7:58 am | One Comment

by Howie Good
Our textbook compared
the heart to a furnace.
Or maybe it was the brain.
Blood provided the fuel
as you were falling asleep
or just …

The God of Our Dreams/Adagio

June 24, 2015 – 5:56 am | One Comment

The God of Our Dreams/Adagio
by Le Hinton
The last particle of belief died last week.
Crawled into a corner and expired.
This isn’t melodrama,
simply the way of existence
or extinction.
Remember, this was a love …


June 23, 2015 – 7:51 am | One Comment

by Laura Jensen
Like jewelry his bicycle
gleams on my porch,
attached to his hands,
carried a flight
before he even knocks
and it wheels its
majesty into my kitchen.
As we talk of the torch
I flick my …

a sail of calm

June 22, 2015 – 8:48 am | One Comment

a sail of calm
by Shannon Baker
a sail of calm, smacking still inside my skin.
one breath, another.
organized, soft.
i feel ok.
walking easily thru the aisles.
better much better, oh yes certainly all better …

Walking with My Father

June 21, 2015 – 5:20 am | 2 Comments

Walking with My Father
By Linda Hogan
In the dark evening, my father and I
walk down the road to the old house
where my grandmother lived,
and we see through the door an old …

My Father Sings, to My Embarrassment

June 20, 2015 – 5:04 am | One Comment

My Father Sings, to My Embarrassment
By Sandra Castillo
at Las Villas, a small Carol City bar with a makeshift stage,
where he spends too much time drinking,
pretending he can learn to play …

The Galtard Feed

June 19, 2015 – 8:53 am | One Comment

The Galtard Feed
by Smokey Farris
The Galtard feed, holy upper ionosphere.
Fragrant weeds and flowers line the seashore.
Fish and seahorse alike try to nab them.
With dreams and means of catching.
They wave and …

jade rabbit

June 18, 2015 – 7:50 am | One Comment

jade rabbit
by Tina Brown Velona
i consider writing about something
i have written about before
but am interrupted by something outside
very wet because of the rain
and it occurs to me i will never
say …

Distracted by an Ergonomic Bicycle

June 17, 2015 – 7:43 am | One Comment

Distracted by an Ergonomic Bicycle
by James Arthur
On a rainy morning in the worst year
of my life, as icy eyelets shelled the street,
I shared a tremor with a Doberman
leashed to a …

Identity of Images

June 16, 2015 – 5:59 am | One Comment

Identity of Images
by Robert Desnos
I am fighting furiously with animals and bottles
In a short time perhaps ten hours have passed one
after another
The beautiful swimmer who was afraid …

Everything that Happens Can Be Called Aging

June 15, 2015 – 5:07 am | One Comment

Everything that Happens Can Be Called Aging
by Carl Adamshick
I have more love than ever.
Our kids have kids soon to have kids.
I need them. I need everyone
to come over to the …

Behind the Barn with Carol Ann

June 14, 2015 – 9:00 am | One Comment

Behind the Barn with Carol Ann
by Donal Mahoney
Back in 1957, kissing Carol Ann behind the barn in the middle of a windswept field of Goldenrod with a sudden deer watching …


June 13, 2015 – 6:30 am | One Comment

by Mark Bibbins
I recently rescued a supermarket
bag from the crotch of a tree,
found fewer shields than souvenirs,
figured out how to game the pain scale
and opted not to. Water the color
of …

Train Wreck

June 12, 2015 – 7:28 am | One Comment

Train Wreck
by Jeff Dutko
The note was new, unexpected
and written in a surprisingly steady hand
very unlike the paper it came in on-
A jaundiced leaf of notepad
dog eared remnant from a time
before …

Morning Hour

June 11, 2015 – 7:27 am | One Comment

Morning Hour
by John Jay Ho’olulu Flicker
Morticians libido
Death drive mask
Protruding jaw,
Dripping eyes
Hands alive like claws
Clinging to a slipping slope
Heart beat ecstacy
Tribal rhythm bass line
Drenched in sweat
Sunlight to quench the dreariness
Chewing cotton …

Dear Mercy

June 10, 2015 – 7:24 am | One Comment

Dear Mercy
by David LaBounty
dear mercy,
I have been
rejected by
the bottom
of hollow
I have
been rejected
by naked
and welcomed
by the blurred
hands of
and now
I’m halfway there
and the stairs are just
as steep as they were before
dear mercy …


June 9, 2015 – 6:10 am | One Comment

by Anastacia Stevens
sometimes when I sit down to write a poem
I walk home instead because
I am tired of being clever
and wrestling my joy to the ground
I felt the same way …


June 8, 2015 – 6:05 am | One Comment

By Julie Maclean
I used to live on the chalk
where clay gives way
to the Roman road
en route to an Iron Age fort
Laid a bivvy bag
off the track squinting
into …

The World, Life and Everything

June 7, 2015 – 6:55 am | One Comment

The World, Life and Everything
by John Tottenham
I wandered the pre-dawn streets of St. Louis and breakfasted at a cafeteria called Miss Hullings, where I pushed aside a plate of lukewarm …


June 6, 2015 – 8:53 am | One Comment

By Denis Mair
The central pillar is so solid and definite
The tier above consists of firm supports, each shaped like half of an arch
Above that, tiers are hypothetical, each …


June 5, 2015 – 6:56 am | One Comment

by Philippe Soupault, translated by Johannes Beilharz
Courageous like a stamp
he went his way
tapping softly in his hands
to count his steps
his heart red as a boar
beat beat
like a pink green …


June 4, 2015 – 7:02 am | 2 Comments

By Gina Myers
for J
In my life so much happens
that I would like to write about,
but then something else happens
& things are always happening.
You, my friend, are underground
& will always be …