one
one by deja blue I. One is the loneliest number to be, tweedle-dee. One is the broken wishbone, the fractured calcium, the “one” does not
Month: March 2010
used-tissue pinata.
used-tissue pinata. by cerebella this year, tachycardia just means my forsythia is gonna bloom faster than lillian gish portraying a maharajah in stop motion animation.
slutty
Slutty by mark bibbins Life is inevitably disgusting —Auden We couldn’t get near the bathroom with all the models holding back their hair over the
One Hundred And First
one hundred and first by pat a physics Appealing light was making its way through my room. The quality spoke to me, and told me
unhindered
UNHINDERED by eric phetteplace There is not such a confluence as what— stem cells au revoir gale cuz I have a new cubicle. It is
the war on the war
the war on the war by emma blowgun do you like the beatles? or sunsets? or love, or peace, or happiness? do you like it
local
Local by lee r. rorman Local here, the streets potholed and littered; franchised trash biodegraded glum shuffled forward then moonwalking back against auto tires resting
Old Cow Cone
old cow cone by gene defcon Old Cow Cone Old Cow Cone Old Cow Cone Old Cow Cone
The Feed
The Feed by sandra begotka Here I find myself Cast into this dimension or is it dementia? I digress, Here I was….I am here Like
shades of gray
shades of gray by brandon s. roy 1 There are dead ants scattered on the porch. He knew their tiny hearts had long since stopped