One Night With The Flying Cock Woman
by doug draime
She said, she believed
someday she would fly off
the earth riding on
a hard cock. Though, she sounded
completely serious, I never
thought for a moment
(as talented as she was
in bed), …

Ancestors Living in Casitas
by vanessa carlisle
The first time Wendy gave in to José she had, in what should have been her moment of rapture, the peculiar sensation that she was being judged by hundreds of …

the echo of my doldrums
by oscar smiles
i was bugs bunny that year
all i remember is a polaroid
long table lotsa people
me right in the middle
on the way there i was so happy
the black witches pot right …

montana fireflies
by bo sacker
Infrequent April sun comes to warm molten snows
in moose wallows where the luminescent beetles dance
indecent pirouettes. The marshy meadow glows,
from fertile bugs, skirts upraised, begging …

i leave my bed unmade
photo and words by nicoletta da ros
i leave my bed unmade
whenever i enter the room, someone different is making it
someone who stays for a while
sharing a word
or just a gaze
worth a …

thought sword
by gene defcon
Brazen clerks unionizing
Like coarse tufts
In a lawn yet mown
I cut you down
I cut you down
This is Louisiana
I cut you down

jH(*Y7YTHoho.
by cerebella
asteroid to asteroid. the tidal foam of
middle-mind disasters is ticklish. glue
neverletgos peel and blacken. purple
cape
neck
cling
yellow
hair
annie
pupils.
when lostest, you can trace
sheep, engrossed in petting them.
my muse-chaos died of
grief and i, too stubborn,
neglected to …

stuttering tape deck
from the Larva Cultists
i turn off the switch
to the motion detecting light
still slowly
step outside
for a cigarette
and there is my neighbor
outside
washing a 15 x 5 foot row
of crushed aluminum cans
its like a bolt of …

Close the Ground
by ed foy
In a place where people learn to die
the intersection of car and bomb and building
becomes a math problem to be solved
and on the other side of the equal sign
is flesh smoke …

On the Back Porch
by dorianne laux
The cat calls for her dinner.
On the porch I bend and pour
brown soy stars into her bowl,
stroke her dark fur.
It’s not quite night.
Pinpricks of light in the eastern sky.
Above …

My Mother Asleep
words and photo by lindsey cristofani
I woke up because the heater hurled on at 6:ooam or so in the Santa Cruz Inn in Riverside, Ca.  My mother facing me in her sleep on …

Two Sisters at Union Station (1980)
by diy danna
Waiting for the Amtrak in D.C. two elderly women sit,
bronzed statues on a bench at the station
coming to life with shelled peanuts and gossip.
The sightseeing sisters talk about …

the frighteningly passionate last stand of the mating tarantula
by matt schumacher
Ladies and gentlemen, tarantula breeding season
Has crept down from the California foothills:
The cobalt blue variety promises to beguile its mate,
And the Mexican red-legged female
Holds the …

No New Woman
by donal mahoney
I’ve found no new woman,
as you’d like to surmise.
But the next one
who braids
my mind with my heart
won’t get away,
not even if she’s a nun.
The next one like you
I’ll lock in a …

precious moment statue
by smokey farris
I regret not reacting in equilibrium with your confusion
Your sad human being spirit.
You were like wax mixed with red oil paint
Wrenching against the silk wind
wrinkles on sea
Crystal touch while crystal coated …

Penumbra
by kimberly becker
I call you out into the yard
to look at the eclipse.
we have always stood
between ourselves and happiness.

The Golden Cough
by shawn misener

There’s a bottom, see
we’re spiraling in a digital way
toward the apocalypse
I never believed in a new age
but my heart is warm and clicking, see
Tom Brokaw on the television
in glistening high definition
He’s …

dream 9
by matt ronquillo
Bright orange to blood red every few seconds, your eyes reflect the sky changing colors. Wooden planks make up the long pier-deck that sticks out into the ocean. It creaks under your …

crossing woman hollering creek
by diy danna
the year was 1993 – back to campus in fall.
mother is driving and i’m listening to de la soul
on the walkman – not disturbing the car radio.
on the highway in …

Friday Night, May 8 6 pm (++Free)

The Charles Potts Magic Windmill Band (Travis Catsull and Dirk Michener) will perform at The Barking Spider Tavern located on CWRU campus, 11310 Juniper Rd., Cleveland with the poets …

Summers, About 1959
by alberto rios
Women wore those sleeveless blouses
Where, if you tried, you could peek in
And try to get a look.
But it was always the wrong angle.
Contact lenses got invented in those years, too.
I remember …

frog dream
by tara przybille bradley
I had a large tank with small frogs swimming in water. Water plants, seaweed. The tank looked very pondish, good for frogs. Greenish water and lots of lichen type stuff. Then …

Spider web and sequence
by jim benz
1. In human terms, concrete thought is unavoidably abstract.
2. Divergent thought has convergence as its ultimate goal.
3. ‘Sequential’ is a human equation based on abstraction.
4. Interconnection is everything, but perhaps …

baby daddy
by wisdom moon
my eyes opened slightly to peer at the time clock…
“6:01″…I think its weird how I just naturally wake up on time without having to set my radio…
stretching, I roll my eyes as …

Big Anthony
by pataphysics
A word bubble came out of a lamp post giving me directions on
where to get a good beer in town. Thanking the lamp post was
arduous. I had to sketch a thank …

weaner illthrift
by halifax
new shoes
rain drop cow plop
metal roof rust proof
dead dust sweet grass dry turf chicken coop hack saw rope swing tall wire dog bark white stump low fence grate gravel
wind blown soft spot …

this god damn month
by d.c. porder
two pediatricians
nazi drug forums
college in bags
of blood bottles
neo-amphetamine
tomes frosted
in red sweat
i feel like a can
of green orgasms

The Poetry of Modern Japanese Architecture
in a Shitamachi Row House

“Creating architecture is to express representational aspects of the real world, such as nature, history, tradition and society, in a spatial structure, which is an abstract …

6.55 am
by s.e.e.
Pepsi and coughing. Coffee and smoking. Music and dawn. Coughing and glitter. Glitter and purple toes. Snow and commuters. An old, puppy-eaten slipper, and a watch with one band missing. An accusatory …