Editor @ April 30, 2009 # No Comment Yet
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 for us
look at my tat
she was bent over
g-string and in full swing
i told her that
if she kept it up
that i [...]
Editor @ April 29, 2009 # 5 Comments
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 silver gray,
majestically she issues.
JCK @ April 28, 2009 # 6 Comments
For the sake of cackling
by jck
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 in the blood and the rain
We all go down swinging
And you can carry a twig or a bat
Depending on where [...]
Editor @ April 27, 2009 # One Comment
PLAYING MURDER
by cynthia ring
Church basement’s unlocked— those exit signs glow like
some messiah-man’s busted lip.
steering wheel can’t [...]
cerebella @ April 26, 2009 # 5 Comments
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Editor @ April 24, 2009 # 4 Comments
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 tiny flecks
of Etch-A-Sketch flesh
part like a little Red Sea. I weave
the white knobs HORIZONTAL DIAL,
VERTICAL DIAL up and down,
up and [...]
Editor @ April 23, 2009 # One Comment
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 whole, you are here
on earth to make me cry.
The light is beautiful.
When I am out of poetry
I am really out [...]
Ramakrishnan Parthasarathy @ April 22, 2009 # No Comment Yet
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 door.
I would myself ask the saleable:
How are synthetical judgments a priori possible?
And this is exactly
the reason
for Kant and I
to not [...]
Editor @ April 21, 2009 # No Comment Yet
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 Fried Shrimp.
1.
It was our analogy of crazy behaviour,
At eighteen.
After ornamenting streets with mouth-blown Pyrex
And vocal poetry.
Editor @ April 19, 2009 # One Comment
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, his lips to my shoulder, his hands clasped over my ribs, to imagine this. The balloon is red, his whispering [...]