Quasimofo @ September 28, 2007 # 2 Comments
Poem written in two Starbucks[es]
[not to be confused with a poem scribbled on an old Folgers Can by Mr. Coffee] Part 5 omitted in honor of Pavarotti
For Haggard and Halloo on my 38th birthday (Sept. 27)
On One
..A base in the game-of-life,
[…]
Editor @ September 26, 2007 # 3 Comments
The Whole World And Austin Texas Facing The End As The Bible Says
An unedited rant we found presumably written by “peaceloveandjoyce”
About 25 years ago was when I started listening and reasoning that this world would be facing the end times as the Bible say,s in the book of Revelations. First of all I remember Preacher,s […]
Editor @ September 25, 2007 # One Comment
2…3…4
by Oscar Smiles
in a room nothing less
white walls caulked and eery
knives guns rolling stone mags
time and nascar flexing so far
come and go heave and hoe
my skull is for rent
crying eyes need not apply
eyes down eyes right eyes fucked
2…3…4 small bag of crackers
2…3…4 narcoleptic up 2…3…4’s
recruit thrashed and rethrashed
hotter than a motherfucker
from m.c.r.d. to o.s….a.a.
in a […]
diydanna @ September 24, 2007 # No Comment Yet
you are the professor
by DIY Danna
You can build a Ham Radio out of coconuts
But you can’t figure out how to fall like leaves
Into the brown kraft paper to build a boat sailing
To the U.S. Virgin Islands on a three hour tour.
A hot damn cruise!
Teach me something you can’t learn
In metaphysics books and crush me like
An […]
Editor @ September 23, 2007 # One Comment
The Great I AM: One Young American’s Interior Monologue
by Josh Maday
I am the Second Coming I am the end of the world I am an offense to humanity I am an original impostor I am everyone and no one I am myself and the others I am comfortable dissatisfaction I am the possibility of nothingness […]
Editor @ September 21, 2007 # 4 Comments
america
by Klipschutz
I want all the women
all the money
all the fun
I want every rainbow
all the marbles
and a personalized introduction to God
I want a death list
transparent skin
and a cat with no fur
I want everything
I have nothing
I will negotiate
Editor @ September 19, 2007 # One Comment
Between the Hands
by Greg Foster
migraine swings across your personal sky
shedding its hot tail
and perhaps it will split and permit breath
like the pale rouge comet of Biela
softening into silence
the pulse of orbit slackens
like a stroke of music from the pedlar’s radio
as he rolls through the village
round the arc of his path
and down the arid hill
eyes closed […]
Le Hinton @ September 18, 2007 # 5 Comments
Prelude to a Kiss
by Le Hinton
some of my enemies are brilliant
like green emeralds in mud
with salamanders keeping watch
by night
one wanted to ask Mother Teresa
out on a New Year’s Eve date
in ‘99 but he couldn’t […]
Editor @ September 17, 2007 # No Comment Yet
BEHIND THESE LINES
by Bo Sacker
Our country is obsessed with obesity, and I, loyally, try to do my part. Each morning, before I step on the scales, I trim my toe nails, shave off my whiskers, remove what teeth come out, take off my heavy wrist
watch and pajamas and then take a deep breath so […]
Leslie Michel @ September 14, 2007 # 3 Comments
A Letter to my Neighbor
by Leslie Michel
Yesterday I spent much time thinking. Thoughts surfaced of lessons I’ve so thoroughly absorbed in my psyche they are now embedded, unconscious. Years ago when I was still learning how to take care of myself, own my power, these “simple” truths were a foreign language. The new “alphabet” required […]