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Lost chapter to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

September 2, 2014 – 1:54 pm | No 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A previously unpublished chapter of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
A previously unpublished chapter of Roald Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, originally deemed “too wild” for children and found among …

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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 mere emptiness
stylus styled the noontime
while these tendons tighten

structures stretch beyond light
desolate ripening
pain along alleyways
shivering these our hope
too stone stark roads forgive

fitfully dust caked walls
reveal these tracts we feel
always the desert fumes
scraped sidewalk cast aside
bituminous streams stain
rubble bleak wisps fleeting
alone we seek the paths


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 | One Comment

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 …


August 11, 2014 – 4:49 am | One Comment

by Shari Wagner
It begins in a cow lane
with bees and white clover,
courses along corn, rushes
accelerando against rocks.
It rises to a teetering pitch
as I cross a shaky tree-bridge,
syncopates a riff
over the …

Space in my Head

August 10, 2014 – 5:55 am | No Comment

Space in my Head
by JL Freed
Hey. So, I guess you’re with Brian, or you’re not picking up ’cause you’re still annoyed about how weird I’ve been. Look, I …


August 9, 2014 – 5:57 am | One Comment

by Charles Potts
Welcome to Walla Walla,
Tiny Republican enclave
In the desert,
Reluctantly giving it up,
Lot by lot,
To a consortium of
Italians, who had it first,
And Hispanics, who’ll get it next.
So …

Mature Love

August 8, 2014 – 8:48 am | One Comment

Mature Love
by John Bennett
I love you,
won’t you
tell me
your name?
Or at
least give
me your
phone number.
Maybe I’m
moving a
little fast.
Maybe you’re
alarmed &
about to
call the
do it.
I can’t
any more
hard time.
Unless you
to write.
collect calls.
Take part in
conjugal visits.
You’re …

Book Review: The Wild Part

August 7, 2014 – 8:52 am | No Comment

Review of The Wild Part by Jerry Craven
Review by Carol Smallwood
Angelina River Press, Fort Worth, Texas 2013
# ISBN-10: 0988384418
293 pages, $15.83, paperback
In the award winning author’s preface, Jerry Craven relates …

The Ruby Throats

August 7, 2014 – 6:10 am | One Comment

The Ruby Throats
By: Donal Mahoney
Hummingbirds dance
iridescence afire
around the red feeder
hung in the cedar
a symphonic swirl
ruby throats glistening
sipping sweet nectar
sipping until
it’s time to jet back
to thimble nests.
The tiniest beaks
are open and …

Ephram Pratt Knows of the Sojourner of Love

August 6, 2014 – 7:09 pm | One Comment

Ephram Pratt Knows of the Sojourner of Love
By:Jack e Lorts
Bring the sounds
of death,
by lack of breathing,
into the blackguard
silence known to all
who hover on the
outskirts of breath;
bring them onto
the falling winches
of …


August 4, 2014 – 4:27 pm | One Comment

By: Randall Nicholas
While it may be freezing cold,
farmers come skipping from their fields
in the pillowy white dawn thick as snowflakes
in the headlights or as monks
tumbling from their …

black car just crossed my path

August 3, 2014 – 9:49 am | No Comment

black car just crossed my path
By: Naomi McCulloch
When I was walking down the street a few months back, I noticed this mid-70’s black Chrysler Cordoba, and was compelled by the reminder of …

why i feed the birds

August 1, 2014 – 4:17 am | One Comment

why i feed the birds
by Richard Vargas
i saw my grandmother hold out
her hand cupping a small offering
of seed to one of the wild sparrows
that frequented the bird bath she
filled with …

Stacks and Stacks of Reciepts

July 31, 2014 – 3:42 pm | One Comment

Stacks and Stacks of Receipts
By: Lauren Zuniga