Month: April 2010

Serrated Sky by lisa munson baseball and aardvarks conducted by white hands wearing French cuffs in a pinstripe suit how does bread rise with slamming

silence and solitude. by megan towey For dinner I had flaxseed and a generous portion of you in the form of lemon yogurt and stale

I’ve Been Known by denise duhamel to spread it on thick to shoot off my mouth to get it off my chest to tell him

red lipstick by garland middleton outside of the quaint café we throw in-tact fox skull’s for our little domesticated troop while sipping on sophisticated potations

Tick-tick-boom by emily canty You found me hidden under the floorboards My wires are crossed & connected poorly They twisted my insides up Time is

Bone Hunting by emma bean Hung over as shit I sit shotgun, holding it together, not wanting to vomit all over this beautiful sunny day,

YOU CAN’T MAKE ME by john grey He still remembers his chair in his school, how he felt strapped in, like any moment now the

the only holiday for me by emma blowgun christians have christmas; they give gifts and pretend their god is useful for things other than stimulating