Articles in Guest Writers
this is allen ginsberg
by thurston moore
this is allen ginsberg:
baby girl reaches for his face
his nose
glasses
anything
tries to stick her thumb in his mouth
a curious and favorite past-time
children everywhere
do it
…
MEMORY OF NOTHING
by Daniel De Culla
Listen:
Drag branches comeback
Across the forest floor:
Knowledge of the rough¡
At water’s edge
I gather some things up:
Memory of nothing.
We’ve the time to give the Babel Tower
A close reading.
Awful good, Tú
As Roy A. …
laugh and
by Joshua Wangler
laughed and
bit my fingernails until
my teeth ached – because
were you aware
sir
were you aware
ma’am
that this right
here lasts forever
that’s right longer than
high school and
that cast on your arm when it was broken in football …
DECISIONS DECISIONS
by ryan ritchie
I thought about walking to the liquor store
to buy a beer. and not just any beer.
one a them good tasting ones,
the kind that cost more than two dollars.
but the longer I debated, …
The Exploding Chair
by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
The dinner guests had
nothing bad to say
about the food
and drink
and congenial conversation
of an ever gracious host,
but the exploding chair
in the corner
was a little unsettling.
One woman screamed,
another choked on a broccoli
head,
most …
Tired
by Sarah Manguso
I’m tired of looking at this blonde’s well-formed ass
but she sure can weed a garden.
Does she know I dream about her white eyelashes?
Does she know all ambition has the same …
cool yellow blanket
by josiah redtalon
we have the coolest yellow blankets
and it was flying thru the air like
a fuck juice bullet
within the ship lies the controls to the shield
the swirl commences
the light was barely noticeable
diffused and …
Driving Through West Texas
by Larry D. Thomas
Locked for an hour on cruise control
without meeting another vehicle,
I’m hypnotized by yellow
stripes, whizzing by like arrows.
Sixty miles back, I missed the sign
posted by a Mobil Hopper
would’ve liked, the …
A Girl in Milwaukee and a Girl in Brooklyn
by Matt Cook
My wife is talking on the phone in Milwaukee
To her girlfriend in Brooklyn.
But, in the middle of all that, my wife has to go pee.
And …
Yonder
by rae armantrout
1
Anything cancels
everything out.
If each point
is a singularity,
thrusting all else
aside for good,
‘good’ takes the form
of a throng
of empty chairs.
Or it’s ants
swarming a bone.
2
I’m afraid
I don’t love
my mother
who’s dead
though I once –
what does ‘once’ mean? …
Black Magic Broke
by bill hughes
Some catacomb outside in a dry gray freeze
Is creeping so cold on stonefaced winds
Time has run itself white
Cigarettes are ringing off the wires
I can’t find my suitcase, it’s lost in a …
Torch Bearers
by John Bennett
I’ve made four lists.
The first contains the names of people who if they try to get up and make a speech at my wake (and it’s going to be one hell of …
Call Numbers of the Wild
by jessica knauss
The cold night gnaws at her feet,
quickly moving
on the path
along the edge of the pond.
The stars twinkle like Morse code.
Her breath hangs in the air long after she is …
Boomerang
by emily canty
Gap-toothed and wide eyed, my teeth were worth bills
Until they stopped escaping and braces held them like convicts
My identity crisis broke into a wild fit of piercings and hair dye
And chased adolescence with …
TRIPTYCH
by scot siegel
1. Man
i am not a metaphor
but the instinct
that summons metaphor
2. Woman
i am not a metaphor
but the source
of all instinct
3. Child
i am part oak
part wildfire
only i can save myself
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SHE DOESN’T WANT TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL
by r.a. reikki
but she called 911.
Her house was hard to find,
like looking for God in most churches.
And there was a Jesus on her wall,
depressed
and cliche,
a Jesus for conservatives,
looking …
Gushing thoughts
by ivan jenson
Everyone is Gaga for
telephones
and girls and guys
make simulated
love on the dance floor
and this freaking
is
freaking their
fathers and mothers
who are becoming
as frazzled as
the hair bands
of their youth
so they simply
cozy up by
fake fires
and read Nooks
and …
Drugs
by mary campbell
Coffee: the tightening at the heart,
The wreath of ice, like thorns
Arranged there to give pleasure,
The interpenetration of the nerves
And mind, until thought
Bites at your breast — keen lover
Or gourmand to a sentient peach.
A …
Moloch
by george buchanan
this is the modern
moloch
the exit 13 off ramp
decorated with
smoke stacks that belch out
fumes from god knows
where and god knows
what we did to build it
the masses pour out
to pilgrimage in Newark
behold
the signs that weep …
Cut
by peter maher
Death songs cut the wind
sliced like flesh
trembling and withered
disfigured phantoms
slip silence into an empty wound.
The night lies bleeding
peeled back and exposed
the carrion beast licks purple lips
as a corpse floats past smiling
almost awake.
The horror …
When Texas No Longer Fits in the Glove Box
by Karla K. Morton
Once you unfold a road map of Texas, your world is changed.
Towns like Falfurrias, Carthage, and Madill suddenly become
part of your life and once …
Immanence
by eileen myles
All the doors in my home are open.
There’s a pulse outside I want to hear.
The phone’s unplugged.
The pastiche of you on me would be unforgivable now.
If there’s a god squirming around
she sees me …
Inventing the Body
by Dora Malech
The lungs were my idea.
Shins, his.
Breasts, mine, though he agreed.
He tried to name his favorite organ
Mr. Winky, but titles were forbidden from the start.
Laughter was a vital …
Concede
by rex cox
Concede the possibility
That the universe is me-
The universe is you:
But of course, it isn’t-
So that’s not true.
You’re part of it,
I’m part of it-
And it’s not irrelevant
That a duck won’t jump
Like a kangaroo…
Who?
Mysticism to …
Sleekit Cowrin’
by sharon olds
When a caught mouse lay dead, for a week,
and stuck to the floor, I started setting
the traps on a few of my ex’s and my old
floral salad plates. Late
one night, when I …
lyric in which the only direct object is the body
by jamison crabtree
We slices tree like they saddest cake,
breaks toothpick to makes smaller
toothpicks; breaks egg to makes shells.
Puts a cross in they dome, …
Privacy: The New Cuckold
by dr p fenderson
In the one pale beam
cast across cracked and
lonely planks, still tender from
the touch of quiet carpentry
the (e)motes float and cavort
One blink
and not even the brazen sun
can re-move them
to …
Debating Bricks
by richie cameron
the veins are
a filthy sewer
junk infested by design
and neglect
and victims
forced labour
prohibited from learning
a needle is no shame
with the doors open
instead
clucking and posturing
forever nowhere in debating bricks
the sensible just
a baby insane with crying
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JEALOUS JUSTICE
by ryan ritchie
there’s nothing wrong
in theory
with the anne rices of the world.
or the stephen kings,
dan browns and
michael crichtons.
but anyone who prefers books from the
worst-seller list
knows there’s a vibe –
a certain infectious communicable virus –
attached …
clarity
by brooke evans
Please stop talking or I am going to explode.
Cease the dialogue, the commentary, the apologies, the epilogue, or I’m going to explode like an overripe pimple.
And when I explode, my pimple-y ooze …
