Beginning
Editor @ April 18, 2008 # 2 Comments
Beginning
by j. alan nelson
Relax.
We are lost in that beginning
eons lost
before you slid
from my mother’s womb
felt limbs move freely
drying in air
light pressing your eyes.
I’m not here to analyze your feelings.
nor hash over times
long before lost documents
lost balance
unwritten journal entries
sounds of adult conversation through the vents
or unjustified optimism as the dark army nears.
I’m not testing you to […]
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Rain
Editor @ April 17, 2008 # 2 Comments
Rain
by jack gilbert
Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
And yellow
A terrible amber.
In the cold streets
Your warm body.
In whatever room
Your warm body.
Among all the people
Your absence
The people who are always
Not you.
I have been easy with trees
Too long.
Too familiar with mountains.
Joy has been a habit.
Now
Suddenly
This rain.
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converters and the complex conversions they perform
Editor @ April 15, 2008 # One Comment
converters and the complex conversions they perform
by Greer Bevel
watts, ohms, volts, amps
all bolts to me
and always by surprise
conversions require more mathematics
or interest than i possess
within my knowledge or skillset
converters are commonplace
the real issue is trust
when enlivening circuits with too little or too much life
will this small bit of ceramic and plastic stand up
to the rigors […]
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Shipwrecked
AleathiaD @ April 14, 2008 # No Comment Yet
Shipwrecked
by aleathia drehmer
It is a wall
of honeyed trees;
the aerial view, density personified,
engulfing and pushing
the girl simultaneously.
Her body is pulled inward
by the smell of it,
something akin to seaside,
and hay in mid-day heat.
Its branches a delicate coral,
an entanglement of water
removed from the primal habitat
climbing walls instead of creeping sand,
and she wants to […]
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Green Giraffes drinking Blue Tea
Editor @ April 10, 2008 # 2 Comments
Green Giraffes drinking Blue Tea
by ben macnair
There was a Green Giraffe,
Sitting in the cinema,
Drinking Blue Tea
And trying to find the
Subtext in an Adam Sandler Film.
A Goldfish sits, trying to write a novel.
He can hold no pens,
his laptop is not water proof,
And every five seconds he
Loses the plot.
A Leopard tries to knit a net
To catch […]
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halfway to rock bottom
Editor @ April 9, 2008 # One Comment
halfway to rock bottom
by justin hyde
it had come to the point where i found
plastic grocery sacks on my counter in the morning
without the corresponding memories as to
their procurement.
that day it was chocolate donuts,
crackers in the shape of goldfish,
c batteries
and there was no explanation for the pain in my
elbow
the welt on the back of my head
or […]
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HERE KITTYKITTY KITTY?
Editor @ April 8, 2008 # No Comment Yet
HERE KITTYKITTY KITTY?
by nicole kuwik
So my roomate wants the air
to measure s e v e n t y d e g r e e sss
all the time and I’m
freezing but
I sleep with this big cat who thinks I am
a raccoon and he is fuzzy and very warm but
he has been doing something
else these past few […]
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thing
Editor @ April 7, 2008 # One Comment
Thing
by rae armantrout
We love our cat
for her self
regard is assiduous
and bland,
for she sits in the small
patch of sun on our rug
and licks her claws
from all angles
and it is far
superior
to “balanced reporting”
though, of course,
it is also
the very same thing.
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Holy Text and Context
Le Hinton @ April 4, 2008 # One Comment
Holy Text and Context
by le hinton
her laughter lay lost
in the inconsolable darkness
of his revelation
*
but we often bury our most
precious dead in silence like
a stingray settling into the sand
on a dark ocean floor
*
this time […]
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mazzy
mysterypiratejono @ April 3, 2008 # No Comment Yet
mazzy
by mystery pirate
old one
watership wed to the moon eyed
girl
who thinks she
was born a werewolf
One and One are the same
in her brain
so she thinks she’s
a werewolf
the prune colour of her nails
and the escaping
hairs on her legs
reflect this
and the windows
with rickets
and the pine coloured
ash tray
full of everything
you could
smoke
save
tobacco
and they talk and they talk
in shadow’s and ink
in shadows […]
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