shon.25 @ December 29, 2007 # No Comment Yet
the anything else
by shon.25
millions of miles of high wire
they all end here
right here in boise
he took the cow skull back
with only enough decent change to sport a twenty-five cent grin
the cow skull licked at the snow lighting upon its jagged cheeks
it wasn’t what i had been looking for after all
not everything deserves becoming a […]
Earthworm Envy @ December 27, 2007 # No Comment Yet
The Westerner Suffering from Mental and Sanitation Sickness
by brandon follett
Basically, if you’re a Westerner visiting Thailand and can’t laugh and smile while your vegetables are cut on a fly-infested cutting board, then you’re mentally going to have a hard time.
Sure, we would like to drive 30 minutes to the nearest city and dine at a […]
fogman @ December 23, 2007 # 2 Comments
Family Picture, 1964
by jim benz
My father,
sunk into a deep
black chair,
has his legs crossed
exposing a white
hairless calf above his sock.
A magazine
lies open in his lap
and his eyes
have the blank stare
of a man displeased
with cameras.
On the arm of his chair
my mother sits
with down-cast eyes
and one hand
clenched into a fist.
These are my parents.
Taking the picture
is my Grandmother.
She can […]
Gene @ December 20, 2007 # No Comment Yet
That Talk
by gene defcon
Son
Yeah, Dad?
I think it’s time we had that talk
The birds and the bees talk?
Yes, that’s the one
Ok
What do you know about the birds and the bees already, Son?
Nothing
Nothing? You are almost twelve years old! Surely you have heard something
Nope. Nothing
Well, it’s like this: Birds fly. So do […]
Editor @ December 19, 2007 # One Comment
Home at 3am After DJing the Late Shift
by christine potter
All the lights are on. The kitchen’s empty
as someone who’s lost her train of thought
but is still speaking. I’ve been speaking for hours
on the radio, spinning music, which
is somewhat like work in a kitchen: hang
the station identification on the top of each hour
like a clean pot […]
V.G. @ December 18, 2007 # No Comment Yet
Document two
By V.Gregory Richardson
I want to torch this place;
this city set it ablaze,
and hopes it leaves no one alive.
If I could I would kiss you good bye.
I will say your name a loud, scream with me.
Be passionate about the moment at hand.
With both arms around your corpse I wait for forgiveness.
Trust the night, come […]
softserve @ December 17, 2007 # No Comment Yet
PB&J
by softserve
A plump
mouse with a
bristly
orange hair-
do
spreads
from one
side of pot-
ato bread
to ano-
ther, thick
green peanut
butter.
Editor @ December 14, 2007 # 3 Comments
American Love Story
by mike dockins
1. THE GIRL
Hallelujah, she knows how to shoot pool.
She sinks her eight ball, drinks me under
the table. I whimper for a date, a smooch,
a slap. She hits the jukebox, that old song.
I change taverns but she’s there: pigtails
that fill me with moon silt and planet jelly,
lips that just keep on being […]
Editor @ December 13, 2007 # 3 Comments
Daily Commute
by jessica goodheart
We ride out of downtown on a river of exhaust,
past a woman, drunk with the fumes,
who clutches a sign in dirty hands:
Very hungry. Please help.
Once I stopped to explain why we dress in steel,
point our chins East.
She shook her head, unwilling
to know a world outside her sorrow,
and I don’t stop any more. […]
savagewave @ December 12, 2007 # 3 Comments
Black Flies
photo and poem by tara przybille bradley
I.
I need to shake this off
the trash talk of a salesman as insincere
as a “going out of business” clearance;
!last chance! and !act now!
but it’s all crap because 6 months, a year, two years later
it’s still there doing bad business as usual
I need to shake it down
the too loud […]