s.e.e. @ May 30, 2009 # One Comment
insecurity
by sarah endsley
A grey abandoned pipe.
An open field.
Climb inside, trace the cracks.
Still, it is round, hollow, and when your fist hits its side,
It echoes, leaving knuckles raw.
Whispering, hold your breath.
Swim,
Bypass the bridge.
See you on the other side.
Drew DeGennaro @ May 29, 2009 # No Comment Yet
breath
by drew deGennaro
Where I live the lights are left on
And spread like a blanket over the darkened cage
Where they chirp well past twelve and
That melody is why we sleep, with such ease
And in his chair, on top of the sturdy wooden floors
One of Father’s hands supports his neck.
Nodding up and down, feet caught by the [...]
Elizabeth C. Neavel @ May 28, 2009 # 2 Comments
It Is Not That Makes Me A Woman
by elizabeth c. neavel
It is not the curve
of my breast as it
hangs low
nipples pointing down
with gravity
beneath my blouse
that makes me a woman.
It is not
the youth of my hips
concealing the
Soft
inner white
dimples of my thighs
swaying under my blue jeans
worn from second-hand use.
It is not my Lips
as they smile
and inhale
and [...]
Messenger Bird @ May 27, 2009 # One Comment
I BARELY TOUCHED HIM
by nicole kuwik
Saving bats
with your bare hands
just might get you
rabies unless a boy
with a piece of tagboard
walks by to yell at you
“DON’T TOUCH IT I’M GOING TO
THROW IT OFF THE SIDE!!!!!”
You stop him of course
and there’s a baseball game
on Wednesday,
but with global warming
and all, and this new
fear of infection,
it may be best [...]
Editor @ May 26, 2009 # 3 Comments
M is for Metamorphosis
by david macpherson
Gregor Samsa woke from uneasy dreams one morning to find himself changed into a muppet. He was squat, purple and furry. He discovered he had a preternatural desired to count to the number 12 out loud and to expound upon the virtues of each of the letters of the alphabet. [...]
Kimberly E Ruth @ May 23, 2009 # No Comment Yet
At the County Fair (in New Jersey)
by kimberly e. ruth
He blew up my balloon and I held my breath. As
it got bigger, so did my eyes, as though air were
being blown into me instead of the balloon. I was
filled with air. It was filling with air. The air was
cool and Mom tied the string from [...]
Editor @ May 22, 2009 # No Comment Yet
sometimes, the sky in golden
by travis cebula
appropriate, a chill wind should be
the one to draw first leaves from high cradles
in this clipped and dappled enclave of
meticulous comfort and knee-high fences
whisper it’s the season of the hard moon
hung two fingers above the skyline,
wearily I watch the rock mesa rise to it
some say harvest moon, which sounds
soft, [...]
RileyKnox @ May 21, 2009 # No Comment Yet
dying father
by riley knox
Life-breaths leak through tarred and cracked teeth
as you tell us the same lie.
A weak eye wanders left, caught by something gleaming,
and my reaction is calculated.
Your stare is feeble now.
But when I was small your arms were firmaments holding
the sky and your voice commanded the hairs on
the back of my neck.
She pushes you [...]
Gene @ May 20, 2009 # No Comment Yet
Derrick
by gene defcon
When a cop does a fantastic job
Nobody cares
Least of all the mayor
And his effeminate son, Derrick
fogman @ May 19, 2009 # 2 Comments
early evening
by jim benz
After the first glass of bourbon,
sitting in the shade, smelling charcoal
turn to dust and chicken skin
to gold, the grass and weeds
don’t look so tall.