Editor @ April 30, 2008 # One Comment
happiness
by louise gluck
A man and a woman lie on a white bed.
It is morning. I think
Soon they will waken.
On the bedside table is a vase
of lilies; sunlight
pools in their throats.
I watch him turn to her
as though to speak her name
but silently, deep in her mouth–
At the window ledge,
once, twice,
a bird calls.
And then she stirs; her […]
diydanna @ April 29, 2008 # No Comment Yet
headshot
by diy danna
She submitted her headshot to Vogue,
a bullet wound through the face
courtesy of Adobe PhotoShop 6.0
and the Editor wrote her back:
“Dear Madmoiselle,
You may need to seek professional,
psychiatric help. ”
Her headshot rests on the table
next to the letter in a frame.
She still hasn’t found a place for it.
She glances in the mirror
with mild disapproval of […]
Gene @ April 28, 2008 # No Comment Yet
Sex
by gene defcon
A lifetime of cones
Can never erase the memory
Of that soft pink cylinder
Easing through the waters
Ismael Ricardo Archbold @ April 26, 2008 # One Comment
Lewis Has Got The Universe in His Hand and Won’t Let Go
by ismael ricardo archbold
The way the sky won’t mix with the ground,
morning refusing night even so much as a nod;
the flowers are drunk, harassing the chihuahua
as it lifts its exquisite hind leg; the wind snaps
its towel of grit & allergy, crack!, upon
squirrels’ behinds, cats’ […]
misener @ April 25, 2008 # 2 Comments
Wonderkids
by shawn misener
if you take a tennis ball
soak it in kool-aid
and implant it in a fresh loaf of wonderbread
you get something very special
and very disturbing
someone old and wise
or maybe just jeff goldblum
warned about fucking with nature
but fucking with mass production
can be even weirder
here’s what you get:
babies you can eat
babies you can drink
and babies you […]
fogman @ April 24, 2008 # One Comment
Maturity
by jim benz
At twelve o’clock, revulsion / on the telephone
and a yellow blur / cutting ribbons in my head:
dissolultion / of yesterday’s joy ride, or was it
today’s? On the path / to the phone, a clutter
of beer cans and bottles. / They reach
for my ankles, claw / at my toes
like some sort / of zoned-out […]
Editor @ April 23, 2008 # One Comment
Strand
by cassie lewis
I jolt awake. Remember beer for breakfast
in seedy bars. Furnishings close in, suddenly, their sweat.
What is this wanderlust
decorating.
Stay here wrestling smallest things,
this broken morning.
It is unremitting —
must I force this door?
Haven. You sit still in your chair,
like an absolution. Each of your knuckles burns
white hot on the armrest. You are a saint,
I just […]
Editor @ April 22, 2008 # 2 Comments
The Tennis Party
by david macpherson
It was a tennis party that we were about. We found ourselves with tennis rackets, so we deduced that that was our purpose.
There were seven of us in our finest dresses. We wore kid gloves and fashionable Parisian hats, except for Mrs. G—‘s oldest daughter, whose head was bare. This would […]
Meghan Tennison @ April 21, 2008 # One Comment
a small head sound
by meghan tennison
blockage, swollen
community sickness
stovetop gasoline aggravates argument bubble
a chore to draw movements
freedom for the liquid yellows who watch
the letters
sccramblingg in vomit tidal waves
contradiction reality mixture = inexcusable
broken body structure = unable
to prevent literary mess
Editor @ April 18, 2008 # 2 Comments
Beginning
by j. alan nelson
Relax.
We are lost in that beginning
eons lost
before you slid
from my mother’s womb
felt limbs move freely
drying in air
light pressing your eyes.
I’m not here to analyze your feelings.
nor hash over times
long before lost documents
lost balance
unwritten journal entries
sounds of adult conversation through the vents
or unjustified optimism as the dark army nears.
I’m not testing you to […]