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 […]
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 […]
Editor @ March 31, 2008 # One Comment
She’s Laked Howsome
by stephen chamberlain
She’s laked howsome, nor the singed, antennae-lilt. Not stilling the
roundwaves as I ought your–this ridden song hung me now. Me to ring you weller, to round you weller, to nose you into the skies. For you to
walk so rather nice, I not as I, but as you thought clearest in the
sped-pillowed […]
Editor @ March 28, 2008 # One Comment
godamn i really hope the float was properly assembled
by joseph goosey
Let’s watch this film about a cartoon rat and consecrate something I
dreamed up in at least 6 different poems beginning about 2 months
ago.Too many numbers in there and I am sorry.Soon you’ll start asking,
as they always do, why do you keep saying that you are […]
Editor @ March 27, 2008 # No Comment Yet
chanting in Chinatown
by johannes bech dalsgaard
i remember Chinatown
everything changing hands so
quickly, everybody’s all smiles
but in Chinatown the smiles are
more noisy, more beeming, more
vocal – and yet
Chinatown’s not about words
it’s all motion
no walking in circles though and
no straight
lines – Chinatown
is an improvised fractal, rather,
it’s got the same musicality to it
too
so easy to sing along even […]
Editor @ March 26, 2008 # One Comment
Foreign Stuff
by daniel s. irwin
Okay, so I don’t know
A shit load about computers.
Hell, I just found ’spell check’
The other day.
Then I found this site
That would automatically
Translate English into
Several other strange languages.
I typed in some stuff,
Hit a language button at random,
Then sent that off to
Some place far away.
From the response I received,
I couldn’t tell if I […]
Editor @ March 25, 2008 # No Comment Yet
Poverty
by john robinson
Surrendering like a
ghost-town rain
window-shutters rattled
an unsettled night
that found itself
running towards
a small child
that weeps a mother’s
grief across the globe
a voice carved into stone
before which, we
dreamily lower our
heads into a samsara
of common shame
& the canals of folk-lore
navigating wealthy veins
flow thru the
annihilation of a
single pulsating flower
drowning in your shaking palm.
Editor @ March 24, 2008 # 3 Comments
1995
by thurston moore
sonic youth is playing
a tiny club in new orleans
with unwound and polvo and
the place is a pressure cooker ready to blow. a girl in
the audience scales the club wall
and stands
precariously
on a lighting rig
beam. we have to
stop playing and try to coax
her down. kim asks her why she is up there.
she explains she can’t […]
cindykelly @ March 19, 2008 # No Comment Yet
At Cathedra
by cindy kelly
The hemlock branches
like tatting shuttles,
frustrate the sun,
light comes through
like lace, falls in
an Irish crochet
on my face, in a tilt
toward ninety-foot giants.
A quiet soundtrack,
hard rubber soles
of my diabetic shoes
crunch soft on the needles
that make black water
for canyon, for falls,
and I’m thinking of the way
that fifteen seconds
told me, in a […]
Editor @ March 18, 2008 # No Comment Yet
dead little girls
by kate ladew
little girl running the sound is stunning, thick hair
shunning, deadheat light sunning
the concrete sheets in slanted seams of dry knife
pleat beams
rerun, repeat, rerun, replete
flags unfurl in jagged kiss curls
fill out your dope sheet
of dead little girls
detonating fuse, the dead hands accuse, powder caked
shoes a powder film bruise
to […]