Article Archive for November 2008
It’s Almost Time for Dinner
by elizabeth c. neavel
I
Sometimes
you can sit in a graying hanging-basket swing (so weathered by the years on St. Lawrence),
on an island with pine trees
so dense and
humming …
Pie
by pataphysics
You are probably wondering about the clown nose. Well, I have my clowny side, you see. I’m not always a serious guy. Don’t say that you have seen this before. …
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New Math
by gerard sarnat
back in the day — pierced, Mohawked
pink, combat boots, trench coat, indestructible –
the punk in me thunk boppin’ stunk
…I aged conventionally
guilty not romantic or graceful enough
for my spouse …
drive yer palm into the clammy center of mine
by cerebella
daz gizmos, and les gadgets; ‘dent’fy ‘gizmos’, an handsom wrench
‘cyclable spoon, metaphor cereal, sogging obscurity, 2% meelq
salt/pepper tornado: witherin’ cloudespohagus, static resistence
time travel tube, handholdin’ 4 …
And the Sign shall be a Mark shall be a Word shall be a Whisper
by Dr. P Fenderson
This story telling me is foReign,
hidden on the stones of our fur-fathers cast to tell our fortune -
only …
The Heirlooms
by halifax
Bald-headed dolls,
Supposedly immune to time,
Had their glass eyes taken out
With a screwdriver
And are now lost.
The best doll sits
In a hole filled in with dirt
It plays house to sleeping imagoes
In their pupal casings
Snuggled …
untimely death of a pet-pest
by ramakrishnan parthasarathy.
The pad physics of a beastly extension holds no resultant forces for motion just like metaphysics provides the same in my sovereign case. How sovereign are we or our …
An Old Kentucky Goat
by gene defcon
I’ve always wanted to read a poem
Entitled “An Old Kentucky Goat”
I waited for years
For someone to write it
Actually, just one year
Because I wrote this poem
About twelve years ago
But had to …
Take Me to Texas
by travis catsull
Where the red birds bitch in the trees
and the gardens grow septic tanks and cornbread.
Where the only pagean in town has bad breath
and the local whiskey company repairs boots.
Where the …
the girl’s field hockey team at the gas station in fall river
by joseph reich
wow i haven’t had a sandwich like this in so long!
just want to be happy and run with the dogs…
before these interviews …
-White-
by Jessica Tedder
The muffled buzz of the broken heater. Christmas lights. Flicker, flicker, behind flecks of wet on my windshield. Waiting. Someone will come, soon, to assist me out of this ditch …
BLUE DOG
by klipschutz
for Kenneth Patchen
“My dog’s bluer than your dog,”
she said to no one in particular.
“Ain’t that right, Blue?”
she continued to his face.
A farther cry from aspiration
could not be
but he was still the bluest dog
you’ll …
Everything Will Remain Purple
by pat a physics
There were the three of us. There was Gretchen and me. Aldo had come home with us from work. We were not having …
sky-green clouds, blue earth
by michael hessel-mial
Sun curving lightly,
twist
over the glittering
blisterdome, six
mile-high coffeeshops
direct lightning
to where it cannot be reached,
except through
handshakes. I long
for the days before
the menstrual taboo
replaced the world of smells,
somewhere between sulfur
and the aging limburger
our …
Blue Creek Every Other Day
by charles potts
Often when I go back to the land
I find myself crying
Listening and watching Blue Creek
Flow over stones that form it
Standing on a basalt outcrop
Covered with moss
My eyes as wet …
White Roses
by uzeyir lokman
Sorrows clash
in white roses;
in nocturnal obscurity
water flows noisily,
mirrors transform into a sea.
Her color extends in the flow,
the earth whitens at her approach;
the shepherd’s star shatters
and darknesses fall silent
I cannot tear them from …
A Poem for the Flower Garden Neighborhood
by greer bevel
An elderly Chinese gentleman strides
Upright, midnight blue suit-clad, black leather shoes, shining, polished
Alert, aware, each seven a.m
I greet him in my broken-down Mandarin
Late for my own routine …
Gross Misinterpretation Of The Real Thing
by sarah bartlett
I was pushing
my cart through
the checkout line
when a tall girl
in cowboy boots
approached.
She looked famous
so I said:
Great show
last night.
She smiled,
and I held out
my receipt.
She asked me
how to spell
lonely,
and signed …
Lesson Plan to Draw a Line
by jeff dutko
Draw a line,
Now draw dots
Measure the line
Segment and measure again
…
Slurp
by pataphysics
Clinging to her lip, the straw is now an appendage
rushing sugar water toward her face
the straw was dancing between her two fingers
controlled with a tap, tap, tapping
the cup was positioned diagonally to her posture
and …
love without knowing
by s.e.e.
In the kitchen with Elvira,
All morning long,
Her puzzles taped to the table.
“You know Jeff is my son.” she says.
“He’s not right in the head.”
Groggy, half-dead with booze,
Pleading for a smoke,
I examine this …
To: Whom It May Concern
by halifax
I am afraid to write
What I know
Because if you read it
Then we know
And what we know is always how it is.
I don’t want to be the thoughts in your …
