Press Release for Cavedweller – 2016 pt I & II
Cavedweller is gearing down to put out his 10th album in …
My Tongue Immobile
by Rachel Forbes
I am conscious of my tongue, the way it moves and takes up residence inside the walls of my cheeks and lips. Where does it go when I swallow? The tip pressed gingerly to the back of my bottom teeth, then rolled up to the roof of my mouth like an ensnared slug. I reel off the entire alphabet while I lie in our bed- I try to keep my tongue immobile the whole time, A, B, C, D, E… the point curled under, pressed hard into the fleshy bed that makes up the trampoline floor of its home, crafting a new sound. I develop consciousness of temperature (colder on top) and taste (salty around the edges). I try lip-syncing so I can hear its undiscovered solo; the slight clicks and pops of the tiny vacuum it creates when it pulls away for my silent T. Sometimes I slip up, let the tongue flick or shift in its natural way and I have to start over, concentrate harder, force it to be still. After I successfully complete the alphabet I move on to familiar song lyrics, committed movie lines, dredged up bible verses. Some sentences create a swing dance in my mouth, others are a little nap. When I become aware that I am trying to forget you I press my face into your pillow and experience my tongue telling you I miss you. Then I move on to multiplication tables.
You’re All Knuckles
by Shawn Misener
Her eyeballs are made of fur, like plush little bumblebees at home in her sockets.
She’s talking …
Reality Check
by Luke Molnar
I left California
To find the woman of my dreams
I walked to North Dakota
She did not live there
I …
All airports around the country
by Hanz Olsen
Daughters of the rest
remove shaved ice beads out of paper. A whole sky lopsided
way …
Still Fruit
by Carolynn Kingyens
Comfort is cruel as still fruit
tucked inside the warmth of whicker,
left alone to the inevitable –
that bruise-brown …
Red Balloon Rising
by Laurel Blossom
I tied it to your wrist
With a pretty pink bow, torn off
By the first little …
Running Water- Modified Sonneizio on a Line from Mong-Lan
by Brandon S. Roy
red muscular lungs of roots
beating hearts of skittish cats
yellow …
Contentment
by Michael Ryan
Fragile, provisional, it comes unbidden
as evening: the children on the block
called in to dinner that for tonight
is plentiful, …
Thumbing For Truth On Highway 101
by Jasper Mushroomjesus
Hitchhiking is a dying art in the United States. On almost every freeway …
What I Learned From My Mother
by J. Kasdorf
I learned from my mother how to love
the living, to have plenty of …
My mother was like the bees
by Jeanne Wagner
because she needed a lavish taste
on her tongue,
a daily tipple of amber …
Another Day in the Dictionary
by Phil Ginsburg
A fight is about to break out between pages 102 and 103
In my dictionary
Ballistic …
SPRING TRAINING
by Ivan Offski
madly efficient American diet
happily frequenting the drive-up window
a toast to billions and billions
not of stars.
frigid lakes, clamor …
No Expectations
by Sara Beining
i want to breathe her hair, give a backwards hug, and not look at each other’s eyes, …
Review of Charles Potts – Inside Idaho
by Marc Pietrzykowski
For a few years, at the tail end of graduate school and …
The Lift
by David Lehman
The wonderful thing
about being with
you in this hotel
lift in London full
of people is that none
of them knows …
CD Review – Greycoats – Setting Fire to the Great Unknown
by Ben Macnair
The new release from the Minnesota band Greycoats contains the …
Red Head
by AJ Fitzgerald
Harvey Holt always noticed that the tower’s top glowed different colors on different nights. It flickered against …
Line in the Sand
by James H Duncan
never seen Harlem except from a window,
usually at night high up above the faces
lumbering …
KO-AK
by Ricky Garni
Kodak files for bankruptcy on Friday. On Saturday, Telly Sevalas, star of “Kojak”, celebrates his birthday. On Friday, …
Some Say
by Deborah R. Majors
Some say the child
drowned
and her Mamma
buried her beside
the family pets so she
wouldn’t get lonely,
then claimed Caylee
was …
The Able and Endeared
by John Jay Flicker
Take the panic button as a literal extension of limit
Obligatory conscience that drives moral …
HEAT
by Joseph Hargraves
We whistle violent tunes,
eat spotted crab-meat, savor
the burn of Wild Turkey.
Timid Shirley twitches as
wincing tweezers start
pulling back the …
The Paradox of Palindromes
By Noah Gordon
Perhaps when I write
your name, it’s a way
for me to remember.
The way you tugged at …
Number 40 on My Bucket List
by Kristina England
Flirt with five men
on the same day.
Man #1:
Single.
Young.
Nice-looking.
He’ll perspire at the word marriage
before
after
or …
Murmur
by Kate LaDew
The boy’s skin was very pale. Arms turned down, thin strips of black wrapped around, mapping where the …
We Found This
by Susan Keiser
Bookburning for sport, lurking
just beneath the chatter,
is on the rise again,
and angels weigh the claim–
the positional …
Contentment
by Michael Ryan
Fragile, provisional, it comes unbidden
as evening: the children on the block
called in to dinner that for tonight
is plentiful, …
Go Past the Southview Sleep Lab/ Down to the End of Graceland and Over to Lamplighter Square Shopping Center Where …
Would You Be My Corn Muffin?
By Calvero
I was sitting
on the train
and I had just finished
a corn muffin
…
carry on with your shirt off
by Meghan Tennison
One Glorious Day, groveling in my fault line,
inert laziness found me panning for …
You’re All Knuckles
by Shawn Misener
Her eyeballs are made of fur, like plush little bumblebees at home in her sockets.
She’s talking …
Review of The Descendants
by Travis Catsull
I sat down to this movie knowing nothing about it. Somehow I’d managed to escape …
Review of Charles Potts – Inside Idaho
by Marc Pietrzykowski
For a few years, at the tail end of graduate school and …
CD Review – Greycoats – Setting Fire to the Great Unknown
by Ben Macnair
The new release from the Minnesota band Greycoats contains the …
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