Quasimofo @ October 31, 2007 # 8 Comments
A [+] cross 2wo o C t O b E r s
the plagiarist proves titmouseDedicated to all Haggard and Halloo Poets/ Poetesses, Editors/Editors in dresses
By Quasimofo i.
Th{eer}[ie] is sum ummm.. most important 2…3…4 ha-ha-cha-cha before my execution cued accordion-ly how to homebrew to the tune of a fat girl’s beginning dance lesson…(no X’s over everyday […]
softserve @ October 30, 2007 # 2 Comments
a pinch
by softserve
morning rises
behind brown iris
a pair of palm
trees curve
against
the pupil
contains infinitesimal
sea-mirrors
fogman @ October 29, 2007 # 4 Comments
Ode to John Cage
by Jim Benz
very much silence
very much silence
very much silence
very much s
still more silence
still more silence
still more silence
still more s
not a whistle
nor a squeal
not a shout
nor a cry
only s
(what is
this sound that lingers
in s
bassoonman_2000 @ October 27, 2007 # One Comment
1941 (Tribute to Amadu Diollu)
by Bassoon Man
If I could hold time in my hand and take the world back 41 times it wouldn’t quite be enough
Stumbling over something in the dark 41 times in the dark only to find the night, turn off and stumble once more for good measure
And the world wont stop spinning […]
Editor @ October 26, 2007 # 3 Comments
Sartorial Dark Arts
by Eric D. Howerton
1.
Diller was wearing his new red shorts when he was struck by a black Mercedes at an intersection near the park. The car had sleek leather seats and an automated GPS navigational system with two vocal options: “Helpful American Tourguide” and “Prim British Dam.” The driver sped away, […]
tyler_m1 @ October 25, 2007 # 4 Comments
This Poem
by Tyler
This Poem wants nothing
to do with you
whatsoever.
It won’t even last
half a page in
small print.
Only reason it’s here
is cuz’ it couldn’t
stand me.
Don’t seek any meaning
or hidden truth to
identify with.
This Poem is sick
of the reader and
with itself.
At the end of
this line it will
be gone.
Editor @ October 24, 2007 # 2 Comments
This poem . . .
by Elma Mitchell
This poem is dangerous: it should not be left
Within the reach of children, or even of adults
Who might swallow it whole, with possibly
Undesirable side-effects. If you come across
An unattended, unidentified poem
In a public place, do not attempt to tackle it
Yourself. Send it (preferably, in a sealed container)
To the nearest […]
Leslie Michel @ October 23, 2007 # 2 Comments
by Leslie Michel
The life of my greatest fan was the ideal scenario available to exiting members of the human race. 78 strong years of unstoppable vitality and verve! The will to LIVE! The talent to create happiness and nurture harmony! A liberator of creative spirits to fly…
This life wants to go on dancing- what further […]
Editor @ October 19, 2007 # One Comment
INVENTORY
by Ashok Niyogi
watch with leather strap
accumulated sweat
forlorn wireless mouse
color prints of assorted gods
that glow in the dark
incense ash on internet modem
and landline phone
dried sandalwood paste
on genuine silver platter
pretentious books in darkness
above reading neon
imitation colonial education
second grade provincial
bright blue stenographer’s chair
silver bead necklace
I am ashamed to wear
pearl amulet hidden in drawer
with ball-point pens […]
misener @ October 18, 2007 # 4 Comments
Laptop Sally
by shawn misener
it’s with fuzzy fingers
that I finger you
my love
I wait for you to come
and I twitch away
with fingers fuzzy
and brain looped on pot
maybe I’ll step out
and catch a parliament
on the ghetto porch
I guess I can wait
out there
in the cold
with the comfort of smoke
but when I return
I expect you to yield a good one
my […]