Article Archive for January 2010
my new shoes.
by rory byrnes
meet new people, go to parties, do dishes.
pour my coffee, take a shower, read newspaper.
go to work, come home.
rule#1: distract yourself.
dress in clean clothes everyday.
don’t worry about your stomach or
the thought …
Helldog Love Snogging Cowgirl Alarm Clocks and Jesus Christ on a Popsickle Stick
by C. Wilder and Quasimofo [wonder twin powers 'activate!']
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Let us embrace the fictittylicious love
at first blogsite and write
the most beautiful thing
about love from …
the dirty fork
by shon.25
too drunk to fish
staring at the teeth floating in the fishbowl,
splitting camels with hairs and visa-versa (fishfishfish)..
flash!
everything that is gone is captured..
but no one can touch it to release it..
just stare..
imagine the …
Plymouth Rocks, the Grey Album
by cocteau
“All wordz/ belong to all people [‘cept these].”
– Marty Esworthy
History, c’mon, tell me a story: GAUL!
Three parts! Yeah, one part pet rock,
two parts, poison-dart. Mais, dans
l’obscurité, tous les chats sont …
*Editor’s Note: Sometimes we are compelled to post the entire submission.
My name is Matevž Hönn (Born: 7.7.1972 Slovenia, living in Beijing , Height: 180 cm , Weight: 76kg , no-smoker, moderate drinker, part time writer, …
THE GOD EMAILS
by jeff shepard
stop sending me those goddamed god emails.
you are old,
you are going to die soon,
you are afraid.
i am old,
i am going to die soon,
i am not afraid.
send me funny emails,
send me …
Haggard and Halloo,
Its come to our attention that we have a plagiarist among us. One of our contributors who goes by the name of Annie Rink (aka Ariana Rink) has been passing off poems as …
Sex with a Unicorn
by john bennett
I had
sex with a
unicorn.
There was
very little
foreplay
much trembling
& a
long series of
moans that
sounded
nothing like
a horse.
I suppose
you’re
wondering about
the horn,
did it
come into
play.
Yes.
You’re probably
not thinking
well of me
right now,
but sex
with a
mythological
creature
is not a
bad thing.
Since …
Scattered
by matt ronquillo
Curling along a drawl tied to tongue alongside the flowing water’s current were sparks of a greater meaning as glimmers do among collective rivers:
“Nothing divides a people who strive in common like the trampling …
Hopeful Sunrise
by gingerpoem
Wringle wrangle the wig comes off
Underneath lies gray contradiction
The amp blasts out such persistent thought
The wig lays in a heap on the stone cold floor
frozen in scattered …
Hecate Lochia, Hoa Nguyen, Hot Whiskey Press
Review by Daniel Casey
It is perhaps most relevant to begin reviewing Hoa Nguyen’s ferocious poetry collection, Hecate Lochia, with a brief consideration of the title. With a nod toward …
night patrol
by richard wink
The cars had pulled away from the spaces
leaving grave like shapes in the snow.
The office empty, the only sound
a dim hum from the alert alarm.
As the man patrols outside, his keys rattle
with …
The Family Grey
by emma bean
What a day
like today
all rainy
grey
a day like Seattle
On a day like today
¡qué bajón!
¡qué mamada!
It sucks, doesn’t it
A day like today
it’s real low-down
and dirty, kicking
me when I am down
fighting unfair, daring
me to …
Due Date
by kimberly e. ruth
Squat on the peak, they held hands, with resistance.
I want to kiss you, she said. You know I can’t, baby, a little slack and we’re with the pigs. She looked down. …
I’m The Exterminator
by chris d’errico
Two inches from the sun & to keep diarrhea at bay
I drink my weight each day in bottled water—
my job is to snuff out the lesser species,
to survive
I eradicate vermin & …
GOD’S IMMACULATE MEMORY
by le hinton
He didn’t forget the time you dumped His
sister on her birthday or when you accidentally on purpose
touched His mother’s left breast.
A god just can’t forget those kinds of things.
He might forgive …
Editorial Note: We receive many strange things in our submissions folder and it’s no secret we don’t post political poems, but this slice of propaganda arrived today from someone in Sri Lanka. We felt moved …
I Was So Poor
by gene defcon
I was so poor
Santa gave me food
I was so poor
I could only afford used money
I was so poor
That instead of a brand new phone
Momma said just call using a brand …
Old Burber Greaves
Written by Sam, Pat, Gene, and Rosemary by playing writing roulette on 12/28/09.
Tori Amos was sick. She had a light heart that whimpered when
squeezed. Lenny Kravitz held her hand gently. …
Song to the Moon
by Janine Pommy Vega
In the waning days of red October
you make the shadow of my house
a turreted castle
a walled medieval city
I am propelled to the eastern window
to see what you’re up to
Upside …
The Cherry on Top of my Life
by emma blowgun
nothing says
“don’t worry, you’re going to be
alright; someday you’ll have enough
money to get by,” like a sixty dollar
bag of weed and a two foot water pipe;
i can …
ice cubes
by anthony liccione
like ice cubes floating in glass,
vibrant sounds of tingle crashing
against the sides, the room
silently spinning left,
as vodka makes its way
to dead veins,
with a picture of you in my hand
and no smile, where …
untitled
by gillian prew
I longed to be the soul of a city
its chords and black moments
the movement of its people
making love or dying.
How they flog silence. Only noise
is a virtue. Black noise they groan
at each end …
he’s fifty
by shannon peil
and we’re not too different
but he’s been cut by management
cost of living rises
and the pay keeps going down
see
yesterday he was complaining about not making enough
today he’s being walked out by a fat …
Year Ten, 1986-1987
by joe cloyd
Running around
Screaming
Hating school
Hating
The pledge
Of allegiance
Not being
Afraid of
Nuclear war
Laughing at
Everything
Wanting to be
A communist
Thinking you’re
Big shit
Starting fights
Teasing girls
Teasing the rejects
Wanting to be
Superman
Or a werewolf
Or a vampire
Or a cockroach
Waiting for
The grown ups
To feed you
Eating …
from seed to you: I
by anonymousact
You loved many types of trees; your affinity
shared with others as archetype. I suspect your eye
loved less their living, like the branches lowered
when with the weight of a child, or …
My Love For All Things Warm and Breathing
by william kloefkorn
I have seldom loved more than one thing at a time,
yet this morning I feel myself expanding, each
part of me soft and glandular, and under my …
Time for A One Night Stand
by diy danna
The year was 1969 again, and I was light-years overdue for a shag.
Flying to the nearest bar for a top shelf Margarita IV drip,*
I bumped into the hottest …
Even now I have mixed feelings about Christopher McCandless, the book, my reaction to the book. It feels very weird to disagree with virtually every decision that a person chooses to make and yet admire his adventurous spirit. Sometimes I wonder how much my reaction is to Christopher himself and his story, his death and how much of it is my reaction to Krakauer’s empathetic treatment of his subject. He is certainly a great writer.
it is episode
by arielle lindstrom
this television type static
spills down my throat
& puddles up in my stomach
where fish fight and shit in it.
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