Elizabeth C. Neavel @ November 30, 2008 # 2 Comments
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 birds
so small and fast outside
of the screened-in porch windows.
And they are gone to the store
it is [...]
pat @ November 29, 2008 # No Comment Yet
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. You know that I know that you have, but watch my juggling act anyway. It is crazy how socially [...]
Editor @ November 26, 2008 # 2 Comments
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Have a great Thanksgiving to everyone, from everyone @ Haggard and Halloo.
Editor @ November 25, 2008 # No Comment Yet
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 on the dance floor …
one of the benefits (few)
reaching sixty is less remorse
’bout boogyin’ more in steppin’ out shoes
which’s cool [...]
cerebella @ November 24, 2008 # 2 Comments
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 dear life, ‘larm clock tu-tu
perplexin’ vest-shaped rainbow chills: logenberry jungle; kenya, USA
it’s snowin’ xray vision; omniintuition, did i ask for [...]
Dr. P Fenderson @ November 23, 2008 # 3 Comments
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 to have the shattered words thrown back
Exploratory emotions push through my skin, root hairs digging deep into the yet-to-be-known with [...]
Halifax @ November 21, 2008 # 3 Comments
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 inside
The pouty porcelain head.
The newest one,
Naked and in pieces
Hidden like lizard eggs
Under soft leaves and loam,
Can be found if sought
Throughout [...]
Ramakrishnan Parthasarathy @ November 20, 2008 # One Comment
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 products of cold storage, thought I as I finally disturbed my Rodin museum relic posture to open the refrigerator. The [...]
Gene @ November 19, 2008 # 2 Comments
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 wait for the internet age
Before someone published it
(And yes, even these last lines
Were written back then
I was ready for the [...]