Editor @ January 31, 2009 # One Comment
Dream 7
by matt ronquillo
The gates of the cemetery are locked, so you make a running jump and pull yourself over the top. You scratch up your stomach on the way over but still land on your feet. Bits of sand that had been in your hair fall to the grass.
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cerebella @ January 30, 2009 # 3 Comments
make yourself at home
by cerebella
the hot springs of nordic passageways
will not lose their innocense, not to
age, to trite loneliness, to sky reflection theories
i should not feel unloyal for
swimming to a greater ocean
should my eyes daydream, well, they do
i will sparkle throughout terror and
the dripping yellow wallpaper
of yesterday
will be still in the face of what is [...]
jeweetmycereal @ January 29, 2009 # One Comment
Evolution
by john penn
The moon was a she and I was some vulnerable kid,
cold beneath a sliver of wash-worn sheet
in a new house with no curtains.
I could see the pond out in back
where the moon shown still on the surface
and some fortunate fish burrowed deep in the black mud,
out of which some ill-fated creature once crawled
and [...]
Editor @ January 27, 2009 # One Comment
Little Tricks of Linear B
by diane wakoski
The beginning was the dream,
and the voice was a turban gourd.
A strum.
What are we hiding?
Our new bodies
born underground with pearls of old corn?
Our dry husks
on the winter-hard ground/ where
is the moment
between wet rotting
and ashy desiccation? The beginning was
a dream.
But what country is shaped
like an ear of corn?
Which one like [...]
misener @ January 26, 2009 # 6 Comments
American Haiku
by shawn misener
bigger and safer
fuel-efficient/ dominant
nuts exposed to kick
price of milk doubles
when cows demand their corn feed
and humans oblige
I found the wizard
deep inside my cereal
drowning in skim milk
I smirk at my luck
when the lottery ticket
fails me once again
I may find myself
leaning out of the drive-through
looking for the sun
the candy bars shrink
an outsourced golden ticket
defies [...]
s.e.e. @ January 25, 2009 # No Comment Yet
The Vote
by s.e.e.
Two people were sitting on my couch.
One had red hair, one black. Both dyed their hair.
‘Look,’ I said, ‘I have two cupcakes.’ One was chocolate, one vanilla.
‘I’ll just put them here in front of you,’ I said.
‘To see what we do,’ said red, who was smart.
The cupcakes sat for several minutes.
‘I’m eating the [...]
Editor @ January 23, 2009 # No Comment Yet
The Bar at the Andover Inn
by william matthews
The bride, groom (my son), and their friends gathered
somewhere else to siphon the wedding’s last
drops from their tired elders. Over a glass
of chardonnay I ignored my tattered,
companionable glooms (this took some will:
I’ve ended three marriages by divorce
as a man shoots his broken-legged horse)
and wished my two sons and [...]
tykejohnson @ January 22, 2009 # No Comment Yet
Because Of The Tupperware
by tyke johnson
There shouldn’t have been so many reasons to pack up the bags. Sure there were ugly times. No bloody noses and bruised eyes though. Tears streamed for days but people are always crying. We cry when indecency makes decent in movies. When cartoon lions die. When animated robots breakdown. We [...]
pat @ January 20, 2009 # One Comment
Oh! Head of Heads
by pat a physics
A gigantic head was looking at me today. There was no body,
only a head. The head was Hispanic and in pain. I wish I could
have thought of something clever to say to the head, but I don’t
speak Spanish very well. Some passersby gasped in horror [...]
fogman @ January 19, 2009 # One Comment
Falling Down
by jim benz
pull yourself together, breathe
got twisted in a lung fit, coughing
spit up bone-songs, all stripped down
all feedback snarl and knuckle skin
choking on a dream nozzle shiver, spit-grin juice
grated, lesion-mated spastic anti-fortune juice
rasped a halo-skin against
a rusty sieve juice
knees, minor blood shot keys and snake-eyes
drumbeat fingers, amplified, bone-dead
slung a jaw
a crack-skull jaw, moon floor [...]