Month: January 2008

faux food by Ramakrishnan Parthasarathy. fingers trace the heart to find a quarter – an inch too far in a pocket that does not welcome

All Aboard! by Leslie Michel Where are you? How did you break your rib? I didn’t respond to the podcast guy. I’d rather wax eloquent

Poinciana by bill shively sometimes a thought paints rouge footprints at the waters’ edge sometimes her legs make the guard dogs whimper eyes glint like

blossom by thurston moore ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// cool hands investigate the terminal obsession of a blood soaked maniac hair hanging down, dusting the floor with sparks of

there must be space by dan odell there must be some evidence to shred but my jailer keeps repeating that it was the spaces between

6th Street is the Alley of Death for SATANS CHEERLEADER,S by peaceloveandjoyce When I go Down Town to 6th street and see a bar like

notes on AUTUMN LEAVES (a song for solitude) by emily ryan robert aldrich’s favorite close-up of crawford’s crawlers scene set-up in a lively diner —jitterbuggy

big city by cheyenne gallion

Postcard by Beth Woodcome This morning the three dogs shat on the floor and that’s what I woke to. Before I even woke my body