Editor @ August 31, 2007 # One Comment
I’m 27
by Amanda McQuade
I’m 27
And I’m going to tell you a secret:
I want a baby.
It’s disgusting, I know.
I want to quit
My job
And
Be
A mom.
Just a mom.
Not some Dr.
Who juggles
And not some
Artist who glitters.
A mom
With one of those bags
That holds everything.
I think of what I’d
Put in that bag:
Diapers,
Several changes of clothes,
Bottles,
Bottle-warmers,
Blankets (babies need lots of these),
My […]
papazulu @ August 30, 2007 # No Comment Yet
Stealing
by Papa Zulu
My brother handed me some wrapped candy and told me to put it in my pocket. I remembered being very conscientious about it even at 5 years old. But I did it. I stuffed the candy into my pants and continued to follow him around the store, not realizing yet what was really […]
Editor @ August 29, 2007 # 3 Comments
The Late 1980’s On These Mean Streets Of The
United States Of Amerika
by Doug Draime
Being in
my late
40’s ( an old
man
in some
people’s
book ) and
homeless,.
watching
my
days
fold
like a bad
poker
hand,
where the
few
chips
left on my
side
of the table
I
pushed
back
into
the game
and
I
let them ride
I
was treading
on
thin ice
and
I
thought
fuck it
I
might
as well
dance
and
I
danced
baby
I
danced
Editor @ August 28, 2007 # 2 Comments
another Lucy
by David McLean
and another Lucy rides to her heaven
today in a Parisian car that spans
the sky under whatever suburban sun
she does not love, she drags behind her
all her bountifully abused bodies
that have reflected thus her
abjection, Everywoman, mother
and lover declining life,
just one time,
one lonely line.
mad as the mist she is that spans a lake,
her […]
Editor @ August 26, 2007 # 2 Comments
Don’t let this get out (the dream of every poet)
by Steve Hellyard Swartz
But I’ve prayed to Jesus
On my knees
that kind of thing
Didn’t know what else to do
Came out of me
like vomit
What’s a Jew to do?
Three in the morning I was never told what to do
In all of my religious […]
JEvelyn @ August 25, 2007 # No Comment Yet
Blue yarn in a basket of fingernails
by J. Evelyn
The birds honk and the telephone glows
It’s a cellular thing…
Knawing on the airwaves about life and all of the things I’m doing
It’s kind of a past thing… but cellular
Futuristic, like honking birds
Tomorrow I’ll be lively
Different…… like television
Different time schedules, different people all moving in past-present […]
Editor @ August 23, 2007 # 2 Comments
Relationship Status
by Reed Posey
8×11, crayon on paper
eleemosynary @ August 22, 2007 # No Comment Yet
jerking the heartattack string.
by Shannon Baker
in the wetness of unstuffing
the chest cell
she woke,
stirred beside her fleshheap,
and realized
she had failed him.
having not asked or wanted
caused her singing to come out
backward
and
it took
one fastdream
to explain this
to her brainclock.
still the
one-time love-touch
remains
as does the graveface made for marking,
see,
we all need money.
we all need
a hand to kiss
after the nightmare.
from then on […]
misener @ August 22, 2007 # 2 Comments
the asterisk is not me, it’s steven wright
by Shawn Misener
In this world we are giants
puffed up with air
we bumble and bobble across the neon plains
in this world we have full-body tattoos of ourselves:
except taller
and with brighter colors*
in this world we talk to each other incessantly
and never meet
we ride on words like the rapture might be […]
Halifax @ August 20, 2007 # 2 Comments
Most Important
By Halifax
Cold brown eggs fresh from store
Pencil marked day for each eaten
Crack the shell on scramble pan
A broken day is taken with milk
Date on milk bought with eggs
Slips one for each shell crack……..M………ed
Twelve glasses to the dozen………T……..eggs
Make healthy skin & bone…….W……..& eyes
Bread bag tag is red first….R……for a week
Toast suits eggs & milk…..F…….with coffee
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