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Lost chapter to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

September 2, 2014 – 1:54 pm | One Comment

A previously unpublished chapter of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
A previously unpublished chapter of Roald Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, originally deemed “too wild” for children and found among …

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September 18, 2014 – 4:22 pm | 2 Comments


By: Dr. Mel Waldman

Old Brooklyn is gone and the deep snow has melted.
The turquoise butterflies have flown away.

I watch the ubiquitous scorpions emerge with the mutilated dawn.
They surround me.
But I do not exist.

On this apocalyptic day, I inhale the unfathomable revelations of my nonbeing.
I’m not here.

Yet I speak to a young street poet in Dunkin’ Donuts and reveal the Outlaw Bible, a cornucopia of cool jazzy words.

“Read the Beatniks,” I recommend.
“Who are they?” Ghetto Man asks.
“Poets and writers of the Beat Generation,” I bellow.
“I don’t read poetry.”

His bleak words launch me into Inner Space and my rocket ship explodes.
My lips sputter, “William S. Burroughs, Gregory Corso, Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, and other rebels They wrote the music of the revolution.”

His vacant eyes gaze at the noose of nothingness that encircles us.

Old Brooklyn is gone, my friends are dying, the baby boomers are blasting off, and dead outlaws are forgotten.

I howl.
(Can you dig it?)
After the crimson sun vanishes, I travel through sweet phantasmagoria to Old Brooklyn and listen to the music of the revolution, cool jazz for a Brooklyn iconoclast.

work in progress

September 16, 2014 – 5:03 am | One Comment

work in progress
By: Naomi McCulloch
every working day
the skin pressed neat and taught over bones
bearing complex webs of care,
this life.
knotted arterial bundles carry each day forward, invisibly
labor, broken genius, toil, …

the shadow twin of momentum

September 15, 2014 – 5:59 am | No Comment

the shadow twin of momentum
Mark Sargent
Hand me that love wrench, I needs to torque up.
paper clip
infuse with air
tenor solo
Black & Decker
Fleebody & Wince
when the soul mechanics stride in with …

state Vector

September 14, 2014 – 1:59 pm | No Comment

state Vector
By: Robert Phillips
state vector
ejecta bow shock
energy pumps polar
charge cap
snows in Montana (early Sept.)
lowsucks warm wind
through applicator gorge
Coulumb – ia
not X-ist
dry winds charge
Brownian churn cars
head top differential
charge decisions
continue wars …

Letty and the Cold Hard Truth (1967)

September 12, 2014 – 6:08 pm | One Comment

Letty and the Cold Hard Truth (1967)
By:Monica Hall
I nearly lost my life several times as a child,
Mostly due to boredom.
Summers were long in the 1960’s.
Funds were low for one thing,
And …

Three a.m.

September 9, 2014 – 3:38 am | One Comment

Three a.m.
By Jill McDonough
Our cabdriver tells us how Somalia is better
than here because in Islam we execute murderers.
So, fewer murders. But isn’t there civil war
there now? Aren’t there a lot …

Peach Cobbler

September 8, 2014 – 5:47 am | One Comment

Peach Cobbler
By: Zedeka Poindexter
Some families have parables about their history
They can spin loving tales about where they came from
We, we make peach cobbler
The best story we can tell you will …

Strange Perfecter

September 8, 2014 – 5:26 am | One Comment

Strange Perfecter
by Chris Andrews
Who was that strange perfecter occasionally
stepping in to give my life a sideways nudge?
Or was it just a series of accidents?
Despite the multiplying data there’s not
necessarily anyone …

Vending Machine Euphoria

September 6, 2014 – 5:24 am | One Comment

Vending Machine Euphoria
By: Sheri Rosa
If I could compare love to anything,
I would compare it to a claw vending machine.
It sits in the back of the arcade yet you always find …

The Raven

September 5, 2014 – 5:21 am | One Comment

The Raven
by: Marc Carver
I see a raven
his foot stuck in cement
he opens up those arms and pulls to the sky
but goes nowhere.
He looks down
starts to peck at the ground
his …

a cup of coffee

September 4, 2014 – 6:32 pm | 2 Comments

a cup of coffee
By: jim benz
could it be another morning?
perhaps I’m dead
oh for the climate of dreams
found lacking, found
casting aspersion
on daybreak
full of songbirds
full of meaningless
ennui or conflict, snarling
eggs be damned, …

once these fields

September 1, 2014 – 12:22 pm | One Comment

once these fields
By: Michelle Villanueva
sun beats these blistered streets
disease harsh steel we were
the day ignores our names
counting survive the sand
they are chisel strength beam
wire rebar desire glass
expand past girders grasp
concrete …


August 30, 2014 – 7:13 pm | One Comment

By: Monica Hall
I have no beef with Las Vegas.
In fact, it’s a swell place to marry on a lark.
I have done so.
More than once.
One lazy summer …

The Piano Player Explains Himself

August 29, 2014 – 4:37 am | One Comment

The Piano Player Explains Himself
By Allen Grossman
When the corpse revived at the funeral,
The outraged mourners killed it; and the soul
Of the revenant passed into the body
Of the poet because it …

Always on/on

August 28, 2014 – 5:28 am | 3 Comments

Always on/on
By: Bogdan Puslenghea
The same fly, curiosity and speed
Faith becomes you
Idiot   sub
Repeat   ht
Eat    g
At     i
I’ve seen the devil&
came back
mock mock,
O Man he knows!
breath IS
heY, when you tried to open
the window …

What is left.

August 27, 2014 – 5:03 am | One Comment

What is left.
By: Mark Sargent
ON GENEROSITY (for H. Marshall Peter)
is what came out of earth when we squeezed it like a …


August 26, 2014 – 4:43 am | One Comment

by Mike White
Dog roped to a tree,
perfecting a circle
in the leaves,
in the snow,
in the grass.

The Dead

August 25, 2014 – 5:39 am | One Comment

The Dead
by Ellery Akers
The dead can’t hear us when we talk:
there isn’t air thin enough
for our words, solid as they are,
to get through that sieve light makes.
Static of light. Static …

Egocentric Orbit

August 24, 2014 – 6:45 am | No Comment

Egocentric Orbit
by John Cory
Near the end of his fifteenth orbit as Greenland slipped by noiselessly below, he made the routine measurements that tested the operation of his space capsule and …


August 23, 2014 – 5:00 am | 2 Comments

By: Halifax
the dividends
I do things for us I won’t do for myself
Things I would never do for my benefit
There are things I do when asked directly
tasks are not for us …

New Sheets

August 22, 2014 – 4:31 am | One Comment

New Sheets
by Hal Sirowitz
I won’t be around forever, Mother said.
One day I’m going to die, so I might
as well nag you a little bit more,
while I have the chance. And …

Fire Sermon

August 21, 2014 – 4:19 am | One Comment

Fire Sermon
by Robert Gray
The lissome bay is silvered slightly, in its supine lightness;
a stocking-textured water
takes the morning’s cerise.
But soon, between the headlands, sea and sky are solid blues
that have closed, …

Who Burns for the Perfection of Paper

August 20, 2014 – 5:16 am | One Comment

Who Burns for the Perfection of Paper
By Martín Espada
At sixteen, I worked after high school hours
at a printing plant
that manufactured legal pads:
Yellow paper
stacked seven feet high
and leaning
as I slipped cardboard
between …

¡Shazbot! The Recipe’s good

August 19, 2014 – 4:11 am | 4 Comments

¡Shazbot! The Recipe’s good–it was the Goddamned cooks; or i was a teenage Mephistopheles
pedo-stash bastard of Hetaira bingeing on Gelato Stracciatella and Miller High Life
by Quasimofo
“Hell is empty and all …

decision 2000 (test copy)

August 18, 2014 – 4:23 am | 2 Comments

decision 2000 (test copy)
by Dirk Michener
the next decision i make
will have happened in the year 2000
upon arriving back to my one-room
from x-mas break on a saturday evening
i’d forgotten to close …

A Knife Dreamlet

August 17, 2014 – 4:57 am | No Comment

A Knife Dreamlet
by Pat A Physics
Using the tip of a blade, cut a small hole in the sail. Look carefully through
the hole at the birds. It is cold, you are …

The Bridge

August 16, 2014 – 4:28 am | One Comment

The Bridge
by Alan Shapiro
Over the bridge across the river,
the pilgrims prayed in lockstep,
and the deafening coherence
of the single voice they made
was a fulfillment of the dream
each voice, alone, inaudible,
dreamt it …

Born of the Moon

August 15, 2014 – 4:01 am | 2 Comments

Born of the Moon
by Dan Raphael
Babies too big in the moon with mom tattooing gps across skin-time in ancient script
to identify, indemnify against a transposed background of architecture archeologizing vases
we …

the water

August 14, 2014 – 4:09 am | One Comment

the water
by Shannon Baker
the water over a
fall easy
enough, that’s how it went down.
just slipping, eyepairs away after
a hold, a sort of handshake, supposed
simple, restless, the slap-up sound of
stray neurons grope-grabbing, …

A Late Apology

August 13, 2014 – 5:51 am | One Comment

A Late Apology
by Daniel Anderson
It was all ours, we joked.
A shambled, overgrown estate.
Hackberry trees, wisteria like rope,
the carport and the morning glory—choked
old flowerbed. All ours:
wild clumps of poison oak, a …

Lie Prone

August 12, 2014 – 5:05 am | One Comment

Lie Prone
by Smokey Farris
Lie prone and relax
your back.
Wear an evening gown first.
Wear a spider ring from
the Halloween before last year.
Caress your breast with talc.
Dry your eyes with
opium smoke
and crumble the …