Article Archive for October 2008
pneumonia
by cerebella
the fragrant
heaving flowers
and their translucent
shocking petals.
so?
how nurturing
the ooze is, seeping
in its freckled center,
leaning over
one of them weird-striped bugs
who just died smiling.
the itching goddamn
rain drops bothering
me: ‘come inside’.
almost never.
slow dance
by matthew dickman
More than putting another man on the moon,
more than a New Year’s resolution of yogurt and yoga,
we need the opportunity to dance
with really exquisite strangers. A slow dance
between the couch and dining …
untitled
by peter
So that’s what you want.
A figuritive line, the drenched palm
spawning curlicues in the dust.
Oh, and while we’re at it how about
the all mighty metaphor
with twisted snake head
and blood dripping from its jowles?
That image was …
Love Hurts
by diy danna
Bondage
I cheated on my taxes and my husband,
and blamed a lack of appreciation.
After placing his penis in a vice
to the delight of video voyeurs,
I called an attorney, my new bottom.
Discipline
My new sub …
Slippery
by elizabeth c. neavel
and I could not sleep
all I could think about
was how you told me you
wanted me to spread them
and how you liked that I got so juicy.
and I opened the window
letting the cool …
little things
by sister goat
you put your bootprints on my brain,
tacked your tinseled hands to the loving tender tissues
(gray and grooved and
mostly unused)
muscled mucus membranes of my brain,
and i will never know your
wood grain ways,
thighs thick
as …
That’s Not Me
by shawn misener
Who you see in that picture is not me
He’s some guy I found up North
and hired to be Shawn Misener
He only cost me a week a year
at this beautiful Lake Superior …
Water will find a way
by jaie miller
Save our dreams/ continuous, slow / wings expire / grown men weep into the chest of a female destroyer / eyes numb / the story continues / my rivers …
The Mangrove House
by sandra beasley
In April I lined up my best figurines
and brought the hammer down repeatedly.
I made a pile of hands, a pile of eyes:
only the mouths escaped, lipping
quietly under the bed. In May
I …
I Don’t Want You
by Pataphysics
Ahem, this is Larry Lopswann.
Hello, Larry. This is Billy. You gave me your card the other day, and I thought I’d call you.
Who is this?
Billy. It’s Billy. …
imagery, not lite music, inspired by the changing of seasons
by cerebella
Summer is melting. She doesn’t smell like pee stream, because when you pee in it she turns to purple Kool-Aid. She melts over your palm filth …
no poetry
by Tara Przybille Bradley
there is no poetry
to this
things attatch
release. touch. bounce.
this is not what
you were looking for
something else. your glasses. love.
it is not
and there is none
Beast Brutality
by Mary Jo Bang
The caption read,
“He and she standing quietly next to a dog.”
The prompt queen sat with her crown on,
The insets between each Gothic arch providing a measure
Of what can be
Done with …
Apologetics of a Cut Flower
by halifax
Who sent you? Hungry Death, you’re nothing but a middleman. You stand there like a trader, taking what is unappreciated to exchange it for profit. What do you profit in …
Theotokos
by jenny ljungqvist
You spied mold in the corner of the cracked ceiling above you
The black stain in that moment became the eye of God
And while that man thrust laboriously, feverishly
His sweat dripped onto your powdered …
Cupid
by jesse custer
He plays it like a harp, just like it was intended, Cupid now bored of his arrows.
Post-Modern Zen and the Revised 8-fold path 7:02
by quasimofo
For Ikkyu
read page 29 every Tuesday and hope
the bowel movements occur on time.
Go ahead and over-generalize, god has to be somewhere.
excerpt from an expired love letter:
…kiss …
visit
by leslie michel
This Sunday
My Mom is in town,
We are Brunching @ 1.
Her HOUSE is in Novato.
Her HEART lives with Dick.
He owns two-
One house in Tahoe, and
the other, Santa Cruz.
They make their HOME
Where ever they are …
grated painted galloping carton of bodies.
by meghan tennison
this brand new and improved vaseline lipstick gently treats you like
the thinnest of baby skin;a bottled genuine form of sympathy,
listenhearabsorb you’ll be forced to soon; they’ve got these …
Search
by ray souster
Not another bite, not another cigarette,
Nor a final coffee from the shining coffee-urn before
you leave
The warmth steaming at the windows of the
hamburger-joint
where the Wurlitzer
Booms all night without a stop, where the onions are
thick
between …
Unlikely Relationships
by grace cavalieri
Sleeping with the old man made
Anna feel better. It was like
being a little girl when your mother
would make you hug your smelly
Aunt for the sake of her happiness.
Anna felt secure here.
Why in …
Hatchet in Disguise
by mortizzy
A hatchet surprise
A hatchet surprise
Can cleverly feign
A gift in disguise
Being none but a friend in need
No remorse to be had
When you’ve gone indeed
They’ll cut out your eyes
What a surprise
And even give you
A …
Conversations with a stalled poem
by jim benz
1
If only someone strange would knock on my door. I could be inspired.
2
It’s August, an august month “marked by majestic dignity or grandeur.” I feel bland.
3
Three men are walking …
AWE APPROACHES
by gerard sarnat
I. “Fall Foliage”
Up an old familiar hill this October of my life,
I leave behind aches and coughs that hold me down,
turn off the phone, let go. Mountains nibble my head.
Returning deep …
Motherfuckers
by pataphysics
Electric tape covered more than just the razor blades,
it covered the instant oatmeal and the wet paint.
My doctor addressed me by my surname like a coach
and he was told about my aversion to labels.
Opaque …
VrombantAutobahn’
Autobahn-Vrombant
by cocteau
Speeding
circuitry-of-image
without error without end
like a perfect wave of the geometry
of the very brightest stars
in dream flight
~stylin’~
through cool/ white/ noise.
[Kissinger-esque]
I/ vould talk German luv to you/ if I
could only find ze vordz.
88 88 88 88 …
Johnny Lightning Dupe
by Quasimofo
I fell asleep deleting old e-mails
one full moon—die cast autos hiked the frame,
bland’s idle tube hid;
midst traps net dreams siliconic wail
curtail of the mouse, pinched wireless pain
squenched through a hardline’s forward reply
attachment …
*99
by john c sweet
What is GRAND TRUTH!??
The only thing I used to know was grand theft
My ideas were stolen during one too many brawls and
Cracks on my skull
My passion was stolen when all I had …
