Article Archive for April 2009
costello
by oscar smiles
you know
i don’t mean to make fun
well then don’t
she said
is that a wig
she came at me
and just inches away
said, their extensions
always turning on me
turning me on
cory, she said
as i cut up the coke …
Green Panatela
by donal mahoney
Waiting in his Cadillac, silver gray,
Dr. Oates swerves his lighter
to his green panatela.
Next to Dr. Oates,
a poodle, silver gray, barks
where Mrs. Oates will sit
in moments now,
when from the beauty shop,
coiffed …
For the sake of cackling
by matt ronquillo
Getting old is like one of those sinister jokes I had in my dreams as a kid
Like when my brother got eaten by a giant spider
Laughing his ass off …
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ETCH-A-SKETCH WILL GIVE MANY YEARS OF ENJOYMENT
IF USED WITH REASONABLE CARE
by alyssa w christensen
MAGIC Etch-A-Sketch SCREEN is like
a mirror in what it means.
I can sketch as many etches as I please
into the gray, sandy screen …
For Spicer
by chris nealon
The light stinks today
at least for your
preferred forms of capture.
Someone
has done one
better than me, there is
a compelling yellow
Melville on the wall.
All around me I can hear
part call out to part
and part to …
ladies’ monster
by ramakrishnan parthasarathy.
from where I come from
they hold a hand
over
the right glass
and peer through tradition
at a girl
to later ask
for classical forms
to which she,
in turn,
would
just stare
at her sign-language expert
and parent
taking
their own turns at burning
the front …
Potato chips, Prawn Crackers.
by sara shaheen
3.
After months,
On the coach ride home.
Dragging back rolls of carpet and
Elastofoam.
2.
At her apartment, in her room,
Lay stacks of potato chips and prawn crackers.
She sent them to me in boxes
Marked: Prawn …
the hindenburg
by rachel forbes
I’ll whisper my love into a balloon and let it go at the top of the hill so it will find you wherever you are, he tells me. I take a moment, …
Picture Day
by gavin mccall
It’d been only six months ago that he’d had his stroke, but Anthony’s dad still insisted on standing for the picture – not to be outdone by Julia’s father, five years older …
Beasts of This City
by brian phó
along decrepit streets of this city
I dodge vulgar orange barrels
with innate dexterity
I maneuver and traverse with finesse
and I
wait…wait…wait
for the reds to go green.
I brave the sun and heat
the whole state …
Staples
by elizabeth c. neavel
She had too many staples, she decided.
They just sat there on her cluttered desk
in her tiny apartment
in their little blue box
taking up space.
“Fuck,” he said,
sitting desperate in his spacious flat downtown
holding his …
Old Lady
by holly day
She is still staring at me
from across the street.
I have flung my own drapes
wide open, wide, wide open,
moved the breakfast table into the front room
so she can see everything I do,
so …
As Hell is Windy
by bill shivley
Held fast by rocks
and wire
the wooden fence corrals
the waves of
sage and bitter,
the driven wine of rain and light
In rusty pitches
the idiotic gates that sing
out at the state road
where the cowdogs …
THE CURRENT STATE OF THINGS
by nicole kuwik
One .96 cent bank
account and a
hot pursuit of a
box of pasta
and a boy with earrings
But come on,
who can believe
red-truck declarations
in a black dress at
something like 1
in the morning when
the …
Arrow Bear
photo and words by lindsey cristofani
She approached the corner booth and found a round-faced man with glossy brown skin and a baseball cap bent over the menu. She stood above him, leaned …
Self Portrait at Twenty Years
by roberto bolaño
I set off, I took up the march and never knew
where it might take me. I went full of fear,
my stomach dropped, my head was buzzing:
I think it was …
Country Drive
by pataphysics
A thin wire fence was barely perceptible in the dark when
we pulled the car to the side of the road. I switched off the
headlights and listened to the rest of the music. …
The Perfect Salad
by shawn misener
Several years ago I made the perfect salad.
Place: The teacher’s lounge, where over-stressed and decompressed educators “unwind”, a place where school politics are carried out through teeth slathered in ranch …
Florida Reconsidered
by matt byars
Your fiction doesn’t interest me
I can see where your little stories come from and brother,
It’s all quite obvious
That you lack imagination
I called you out on your falsetto
Easily traced to a current hit …
TWO PEOPLE, SITTING AROUND
by joseph goosey
They thought of Spain, the West Coast, the Green Mountains. They knew
for a fact that all these things and more existed, yet couldn’t grasp
the concept of how to access these …
Ascending Degress of Mirage
by cocteau
Decending Scales of Trance
O, it’s a hot damn day, yet, it would take 700 suns to span
the diameter of Antares. Sergeants stress this because
there is a dearth of salt tablets.
American …
