Editor @ March 11, 2010 # 2 Comments
Self Portrait One Year From Now
by sandra beasley
Snake farming will turn out easier than I thought,
Florida cheaper, and my tangled lakefront will have
one lone sentry, a flamingo
white, unmotivated, preferring fish
to courtship. And I will wear hats. Straw ones.
I will not recall the Viking bounty,
the cotton incarcerations of the Salvation Army,
the girl, the mewling girl,
and how [...]
Editor @ March 10, 2010 # One Comment
Spill
by dennis mahagin
In my sweetest dream,
you are tattooing my trussed white ass
as flour-dusted pizza dough on a heart-shaped cutting board,
while your twin sister stands under the birthday pinata pony
lactating Milk Duds, Red Hots and Candy Corn–
the pony, lactating, that is, not your
sister, and then you softly whisper:
“Aren’t you forgetting something mister?”–
pushing the bolus button at [...]
Editor @ March 9, 2010 # One Comment
I Won’t
by emily r. canty
I’d like to let you seep into me so that I become a spongey mess
Your fingers, explorers,
My appetite soaked in my desire for you
Even in a slightly less than perfect world I could let your intimacy envelop me,
Cup your hands to hold me
Until I run through your fingers & become a [...]
Editor @ March 6, 2010 # 4 Comments
If Bozo the Clown Were President
by kevin brown
What is satire? Satire’s the truth toned down. -Anonymous
If Bozo the Clown were President, he’d be sworn in with a BANG! At the Inauguration, he’d Rocky Balboa the steps of the U.S. Capitol, and shadow box for the press. He’d take the official oath with his fingers crossed [...]
Editor @ March 5, 2010 # One Comment
On New Terms
by deborah garrison
I’d like to begin again. Not touch my
own face, not tremble in the dark before
an intruder who never arrives. Not
apologize. No scurry, not pace. Not
refuse to keep notes of what means the most.
Not skirt my father’s ghost. Not abandon
piano, or a book before the end.
Not count, count, count and wait, [...]
Editor @ March 4, 2010 # 5 Comments
Living the Chemical Life
by chris anderson
I have to admit that I don’t care about the historical Jesus.
One way or the other.
I’ve always thought there were larger forces at work.
The sun and the wind. The sadness that comes in the afternoon.
Did you know that our bones are only 10 years old?
No matter how old we are, [...]
pelydon @ March 3, 2010 # One Comment
undercut
by p.e. lydon
my heart cannot
keep up with
yours. it is
out of breath
from contented cigarettes
yours is
still
on
the
run again
Editor @ March 2, 2010 # 3 Comments
Gasp! Creature.
by matt taylor
I could be completely egg-hatched for all you know,
yet, still, you can’t see me,
I’ve eaten myself so you can’t see me.
(Logically, that’s the only way.)
Then, pulling the apple
from my eye,
you tell me how pieces
are missing.
You’re smiling (laughing),
all I can do is count your teeth,
and drink cement
like it has a cure,
hoping it hardens [...]
JCK @ March 1, 2010 # 4 Comments
Cut and Coo
by jck
I get two frozen pizzas and some Cokes and some big waters and the total according to the checker lady I like is like $18.65 until I say “Oh really?” and key in the card number for the discount, which sounded a lot funnier (the reply) at the time because of my [...]
Editor @ February 28, 2010 # One Comment
Marriage
by donora hillard
My husband was a shotgun made of candy.
I wanted to kill his former lovers, especially
the Strawberry Shortcake-looking one
who swore she was eighteen and the other
who scarred his forearms with knives he
later laid on my body. On our anniversary,
we made love in a kiddie pool full of sugar
and afterbirth. For my birthday, he blew
into [...]