Ramakrishnan Parthasarathy @ January 31, 2008 # 3 Comments
faux food
by Ramakrishnan Parthasarathy.
fingers trace the heart
to find a quarter – an
inch too far in a pocket
that does not welcome
a recompense for extra
grease and melted cheese.
“I’ve got a penny, Sir,
to make it 26″, says
the benevolent hitman
across the counter.
Leslie Michel @ January 30, 2008 # One Comment
All Aboard!
by Leslie Michel
Where are you? How did you break your rib?
I didn’t respond to the podcast guy. I’d rather wax eloquent about the present moment anyway- It’s way more exciting than dusty old vintage late model historic (hysterical?) memories. Well, if time travel to the memory’s time being present moments was an option, the […]
Editor @ January 29, 2008 # One Comment
Poinciana
by bill shively
sometimes a thought paints rouge
footprints
at the waters’ edge
sometimes her legs make the guard
dogs whimper
eyes glint like the last glacier
mercury rolls silver blue
when she laughs
and she doesn’t know why
when she laughs
so long
she starts to cry
set up some chairs and maybe a
couple of tables
settle in and watch her live
maybe pull a couple corks
sip her all
or […]
Editor @ January 27, 2008 # 2 Comments
blossom
by thurston moore
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cool hands investigate the terminal obsession of a blood soaked maniac
hair hanging down, dusting the floor with sparks
of static
licked lips…o god…
(killer kream)
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Editor @ January 26, 2008 # One Comment
there must be space
by dan odell
there must be
some
evidence to shred
but my jailer keeps repeating that
it was the spaces between the lines
that put the torn Kleenex in her hand
and then.
like a horse pissing on a flat rock
a man in parenthesis
can hardly be misplaced
on the gray scale
and even a five hundred mile bus ride
has it’s […]
Editor @ January 25, 2008 # 2 Comments
6th Street is the Alley of Death for SATANS CHEERLEADER,S
by peaceloveandjoyce
When I go Down Town to 6th street and see a bar like the Jackalope with Satans Cheerleaders Picture on all the wall,s and sit with some Guy that wants to have Sex with Satan,s Cheerleader,s a Bunch of women with Tatoo,s all over their […]
Editor @ January 24, 2008 # One Comment
notes on AUTUMN LEAVES
(a song for solitude)
by emily ryan
robert aldrich’s favorite close-up of crawford’s crawlers
scene set-up in a lively diner
—jitterbuggy
———bubblegummy
(mocking her monogram)
—————two chicken salads and two checks as well!
…and here is joan
emerging from the cabana as mildred pierce,
no, millicent weatherby,
all neck and legs
stripped of her protective shadow and $12.95 price-tag
splashing about,
all of her eyebrows
going
…EVERYWHERE.
living on […]
Gene @ January 22, 2008 # One Comment
oil fire
by gene defcon
Disturbing black bitch came screaming out of the oil field a screaming silhouette a fiery sunspot black silhouette screaming across the sky except low in the sky almost to the ground in fact on the ground screaming and kicking up mud or perhaps oil globs there was a taste of oil in […]
Editor @ January 21, 2008 # No Comment Yet
Postcard
by Beth Woodcome
This morning the three dogs shat
on the floor and that’s what I woke to.
Before I even woke my body took itself
in, took it in like an immediate mother would.
Not every mother, but let’s get back to you.
One dog is now sleeping at my feet.
I know how that feels, that shame.
This is my sixty-seventh […]