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Writers Resist: Hundreds to attend pre-inauguration protests

January 8, 2017 – 10:31 am | No Comment

Large numbers of people are expected to protest the inauguration of Donald Trump on Jan. 20, but many others won’t wait that long.
On Jan. 15, hundreds of writers and artists …

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Passion at the Drop of a Bone

January 27, 2017 – 8:35 am | 3 Comments

Passion at the Drop of a Bone
by Meghan Tennison

Please, Arrest
my attention before i Faint
in your Holy presence
Cool down your hypnotic eye
i’m not ready for this
stormy abyss — Be Careful with what
you’re afraid of, wishing
for the wrong things in the wrong ways
the benefit of devilish details

You, my Dear
look intensely tense
Zoned-out & stressed
Stunningly disgusting, you look
Sad & Dead
at this rate, Valentine’s day will never end

there are incalculable reasons why
i Feel i Love you
you harbor a Heavenly scent
your aura, heavy, like liquid gas
what can i say?
you took my breath away
Give it back
this attraction is killing me
your magnetism has serious side effects
your rainbow-colored breath
wasn’t much of a warning

my soul resides in an empty vessel
with small offerings scribbled
noteslips containing the gross means
the meaningful meanings of my life
so far, mostly missing
disappearing, dropping into
the backyard cesspool
of instinctual desires

my vaginal cave salivates
with pheromones & oxytoxin for the 1st time
since that 1 time when
i gave birth to myself & everybody else
was sleeping & forgot
to record history

you Tease me with your Brain Waves
my atomic mass crashes
through your mountain ranges
you want me to take you
seriously, your yearning
as Deep as the
Grand Canyon’s Howl
i wish you the Greatest
Lakes to drown your resentments
purge your doubts
Restore the Star Light
in your Laughter

falling too fast to keep up
losing myself, missing out
on your Beauitful Songs
as long as i wait
Alone with my head full
aching, cracking, swollen
with cries&screams
from nobody nowhere
it’s all in my head
it isn’t Real

Let us meet
in-between the dark spaces
Kissing Shadows, finding our Way
through the impossible metaphysics
of our dreams

my mind plays hide&seek
with your mind, our feelings
our Will
Merges & Creates
this miraculous mess

who said we couldn’t
invent our own
Happiness?

Where Did It Go?

January 6, 2017 – 2:30 pm | One Comment

Where Did It Go?
by Jeff Dutko
Where did it go?
The salt of the city
that seasoned our conversations
and spiked our efforts with exuberance
This earthen city, now plain and dry
left with only …

Can’t Get Outside Myself

December 16, 2016 – 12:30 pm | One Comment

Can’t Get Outside Myself
by Dan Raphael
There’s a thunder-storm in my stomach, arctic midnight in my heart
a muscular wind wanting to push things out
but everythings too particulate to move consistently
swirling around …

Kikkoman

December 15, 2016 – 9:27 am | One Comment

Kikkoman
by Pat A Physics
All snow can grab your energy, your sound, your smell, your thoughts, your color, your movements, your observations and never give back a thing other than the …

Here & Then There

November 24, 2016 – 6:48 am | One Comment

Here & Then There
by Noah Gordon
From a built-in radio came the call:
“Please do not feed the sand-pipers
or the grazing mares.
Their bluffs are well-stocked
and maintained by professionals.”
I reached for her hand
and …

11:11

November 22, 2016 – 6:45 am | One Comment

11:11
by Frank Scarangello
She visits at 11:11
sometimes a.m. mostly p
A sudden haunting urges me
to look at a clock which must be digital.
Dropping by for just a moment
only at 11:11
the time, our …

Stow Away

November 20, 2016 – 6:39 am | One Comment

Stow Away
by Merl Bone
My memory tried
To erase you,
To wipe you out
Of every nook and cranny.
But, you are a stow away,
That swings on the cobwebs
Of my thoughts.

Of Ducks and Drakes

November 18, 2016 – 6:30 am | One Comment

Of Ducks and Drakes
by Kie Borsden
Such stones exist for simple pleasures,
sped across the surface of the sea—
hunted and claimed for their smooth finish
the years have laboured by calm and rage.
They …

An Astounding Perimeter

November 16, 2016 – 12:44 pm | One Comment

An Astounding Perimeter
by Richard King Perkins II
It’s not a dream
but a slightly bygone world
covered in frozen mist.
Sparrows alight on the small shoreline
of an astounding perimeter—
a sanctum whispering in white.
I study …

Berberian Sinfonia/ Sliced-and-Diced from Aphasia to [Inflectional Hints of] Eternity

November 10, 2016 – 5:07 am | One Comment

Algeria: Most Serious Threat of All?
by Cocteau
…les premieres elisions du jour nous furent telles que defaillances du language. –Chronique, St.-John Perse
 
She perfumed her breasts with rosewater. As certain.
As certain as …

The Hole Story

November 8, 2016 – 4:51 am | One Comment

The Hole Story
by Dan Raphael
”Every now and then I know it’s kinda hard to tell
but I’m still alive and well” — Johnny Winter …

HURT HAWK

November 2, 2016 – 9:28 am | One Comment

HURT HAWK
by Robinson Jeffers
The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder,
The wing trails like a banner in defeat,
No more to use the sky forever but live with …

Remarks and Responses; Mistranslations

October 22, 2016 – 5:59 pm | One Comment

Remarks and Responses; Mistranslations
by Thomas Pescatore
After all that was done. To make it right. Put out
in plain words. Carefully constructed.
Deliberate periods. Marked commas. Translated into
French. I sent in the email …

Plain Girl Pretty

October 1, 2016 – 7:01 am | One Comment

Plain Girl Pretty
by Donal Mahoney
Rose was a plain girl
from a small town.
She sang in the choir,
never missed Bible study,
left for the big city
after high school.
She worked nights
in a shanty diner
next …

The arch is smaller going east

September 30, 2016 – 5:55 am | One Comment

The arch is smaller going east
by Thomas Pescatore

St Louie from the opposite side

some bastard thing

the ground all

tore up

the river fortified

with food stand & drink

barricades

at the end of the chrome rainbow

a …

CRAZY CRAZY

September 28, 2016 – 7:20 am | One Comment

CRAZY CRAZY
by Marc Carver
There are a pair of pants on top of the small roof next to my toilet.
I know because I threw them there.
Sometimes people walk by
Talking about them
Like …

must be the devil

September 26, 2016 – 7:33 am | 2 Comments

Coefficient of relationship
By Halifax
must be the devil
that slices babies off
the cord that attaches
mother to their bellies
must be the devil
that cuts the kids free
from the carrot and stick
routine their family plays
must …

Carl and I

September 24, 2016 – 5:53 am | One Comment

Carl and I
by Travis Catsull
We were waiting for Carl
Or at least that’s what I called him
Carl arrived and told us we were all fired
Said he had to get back
As we …

3rd Through 6th Grade

September 22, 2016 – 8:52 am | One Comment

3rd Through 6th Grade
by Jones LM

Mrs. Swails was fat and mean.
Mrs. Hartman was thin and sweet.
Mrs. Powers, I can only recall her name.
Mrs. McFarland  was my sixth grade teacher.

She looked like Rita Hayworth.
She combed my hair for …

Saginaw

September 20, 2016 – 5:49 pm | One Comment

Saginaw
by James Diaz

There was something I meant to tell you
something it took me years to figure out
how the body can get lost in the spaces of the spirit
how your own …

Book Review of Encarnita’s Journey

September 19, 2016 – 5:49 am | One Comment

Encarnita’s Journey by Joan Lingard
Review by Ben Macnair
Alison and Busby
7 out of 10
Joan Lingard is one of those writers with a considerable body of work, who just gets on with …

BORDER CHANT FOR THE WAYWARD

September 17, 2016 – 6:04 am | 2 Comments

BORDER CHANT FOR THE WAYWARD
by Matthew Phillips
Passport photos and foil-flecked pinwheels, hot exhaust splashing breath
against taco vendors and a German Shepard (well-trained, I imagine)—three
spins of the clock, a half-full bottle …

Elegy for a Dead Labrador

September 15, 2016 – 7:33 am | 2 Comments

Elegy for a Dead Labrador
by Lars Gustafsson
Here there may be, in the midst of summer,
a few days when suddenly it’s fall.
Thrushes sing on a sharper note.
The rocks stand determined out …

I know a man

September 13, 2016 – 5:40 am | 2 Comments

I know a man
by Dirk Michener
I know a man who, when in the water, is afraid of fish touching his skin
I know a man who, when walking, always looks down …

Settler’s Creek

September 11, 2016 – 10:41 am | One Comment

Settler’s Creek
by K Harvey
You’d been gone four months by then,
but we brought you along anyway.
On my back, you rested
riding inside a wooden box.
The idea was to lay you gently
at the …

Bodies are piling up.

September 9, 2016 – 8:36 am | One Comment

Bodies are piling up
by Smokey Farris
Bodies are piling up.
Perhaps Dirk would have a mishap.
James may like to hack me up with
A chainsaw, in a game of
Pass the hot potato.
Nothing is …

The Fishermen at Guasti Park

September 7, 2016 – 5:05 am | One Comment

The Fishermen at Guasti Park
by Maurya Simon
In the first days of summer
the three elms, those slightly
opened fans, unfold
their shadows across the river.
Two dogs arrive exhausted,
tongues dripping, and settle
down near the …

Labor Day

September 5, 2016 – 7:50 am | One Comment

Labor Day
by Joseph Millar
Even the bosses are sleeping late
in the dusty light of September.
The parking lot’s empty and no one cares.
No one unloads a ladder, steps on the gas
or starts …

And We Are Hiding Now

September 4, 2016 – 7:54 am | One Comment

And We Are Hiding Now
by Natalie Crick
For some time they sat in the cornfield
And spoke like dull mice
About what would be done.
When the sun, a ruined fruit
Ripped the dilute garden …

Typing

September 2, 2016 – 6:31 am | One Comment

Typing
by Kie Borsden
While no minute can last forever,
(there is always one in each folded hour
to lend itself to me, and seamlessly
allow to be forgotten in the toll.
Where keystrokes force their …

CHECKPOINT US-2016

August 31, 2016 – 10:28 am | 2 Comments

CHECKPOINT US-2016
by Stefanie Bennett

… And there’s rain
On the rear-view
Mirror
One
Heart-beat
Away
From here.

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