the great puritan migration suddenly reoccurs
by Travis Catsull
i lean back into a misting fan
and upgrade to leather
into my own thoughts
into root
the arrival of the pilgrims
the war of independence
then ghostly apparitions from another realm
arrive
or at least
it …

Cramped Uptown
by Amy Temple Harper
34 ppg, Hard Cover, bound by Spork Press
Review by Travis Catsull
Cramped Uptown is the first book from Amy Temple Harper and it’s a thing of beauty and imagination. A very strange …

My Job on Venice Beach
by travis catsull
my solar-powered
boom-box
keeps the chainsaw
juggler going
all day
and he
hardly says a thing,
just keeps juggling
and then
I throw a mattress
into the air
and he saws that in two,
no problem
and everyone claps
and puts some tips
in …

Let’s Go
by travis catsull
Let’s stroll the sleepy streets
of Playa del Carmen
where the sand spills
from blanket shops
Let’s sleep in the queer hotels
of Bangkok
where the beer is full
of formaldehyde
and butterfly girls
wink at white boys
Let’s drive
a stripped …

If You Google “Google” 100 Times Your Hard Drive Will Implode
by travis catsull
One of the things I do at work is filter through our “paid search” leads. This means we pay Google to send daily …

Take Me to Texas
by travis catsull
Where the red birds bitch in the trees
and the gardens grow septic tanks and cornbread.
Where the only pagean in town has bad breath
and the local whiskey company repairs boots.
Where the …

lightening tastes like gangs
by travis catsull
oh
my world of passwords
what will you do to help me
pay the water bill?
earlier today i got an email
from my local autoparts store
and felt
somehow
they had crossed the line …

by travis catsull
a moment or two

The moon in
the lot
shoves a shadow
off it’s leg

(sleep leg)

I find me
a table before
pouring some water.

pouring it down
in me.

Then

a man sneezes

twice

(bblleessss hhiimm)

a lime green
purse

on that girl’s

shoulder

leaning
on a brick

wall

while

a man reads

the paper

(front …

the avocado cartwheel
by travis catsull
the phone was ringing when the power went out
and water rose and ran pantoumly
only to kneel for its own cold muse
the maintenance of morning
and the vast edges of my breath
as i …

The Nite the Moon Broke In
by travis catsull
Laying in my jail cell
with nothing
but my slippers
on the ground,
I see a shadow
creep under the bunk
as a bullet of moon light
breaks through a chip
in the window paint
And I …