As smoke fills up the kitchen
As smoke fills up the kitchen by Brent Austin My brain woke up before me this morning And scrambled itself for breakfast, Which was quite
Month: March 2012
Lune morte
Lune morte by Virginie Colline the dead moon stares at us in the garden of nettles behind the wall a derelict church hides its secret
Review of Black Bananas
BLACK BANANAS – Rad Times Xpress IV If you’re a Jennifer Herrema fan, you already know that RTX changed their name to Black Bananas, and
SUNGLASSES AND SUNSHINE
SUNGLASSES AND SUNSHINE by John Lander Inside a car, dirty windows rolled up, the world travels subdued. Honks and roars remove their shoes and seep
Coda
Coda by Le Hinton All humans speak multiple languages but never anyone else’s. A boss’s no knife/no back policy becomes garbled in the red liquid
In Our Insular
In Our Insular by Barin Darnew Beneath each layer, our antagonist strives to protect himself from exposure to the obnoxious miasma of Pollyannaism. There was
eBooks and Poetry. Tough to Break.
Fitting Poetry to the Screen How one press is working to solve poetry’s e-book problems The same problem persists—e-books and poetry just don’t get along
THE FIRE
THE FIRE by Yesk The fellas were standing around the fire each afraid to let the other know that they were in too deep growing
Berklee
“Berklee†by Sarah Anne Stinnett Number of students: 4,131 Number that is male: 71 I am like the Green-Cheeked Parrot smuggled into our American cages
Go Went Gone
Go Went Gone by Matt Ronquillo To the shrieking eeriness of a pipesong, I’ve transported from a pivotal point in the past into water falling.