NIGHT GENTLE Stood in the doorway, framed in dim lighting, the night, gentle with Lester Young blowing like a stoned hummingbird, she stood, crying, quietly, not in sadness, she stood in the doorway and I wished that I was a painter or composer, she looked up, at me, her face wet with our kind of […]
Read more "3 POEMS – John D Robinson"Cables Like diplomatic cables, the black strings are tangled. They relay electricity and information, a lot of which is tangled. Through the stained glass of the separation I can see people moving about. Looking inside, They can only see human heads: idle, like heads of cabbage in the field. The three recycling bins in the […]
Read more "CABLES – Martin Anastasovski"this is a scientific lecture this is a scientific lectureready em up on the bareven em out my qualificationsup my ass the subject of today’s lecture is masksas in, why aren’t you wearing one?and, why are you wearing a mask? if I put my ass very close to your faceyou’ll notice that it has two […]
Read more "this is a scientific lecture – Robin Wyatt Dunn"Great-Aunt She got drunk, had sex, and got pregnant for the first time on one thunderclap of a night. One night, and it all began unfolding like a dark flower or the division of cancer cells. The bastard husband. The divorce. The troubled kids, in and out of jail. The lonely future in an empty […]
Read more "GREAT-AUNT – ROSALIE HENDON"The Reprieve Well half past midnightabout a quarter to threea grey rat nibbleson a stale block of brieHe would prefer a slight smidgenof a fire braised pigeonbut according to his religionhe can only drink peeSo he pissed in a cupand drank it right upand knelt at the altaron one bended kneeHe asked for a pardonbefore […]
Read more "THE REPRIEVE – TIM HILDEBRANDT"Excerpt from the epic poem WHEN I WALK THROUGH THAT DOOR, I AM …Ay Tonal, my despair is the saw-tooth chain that cuts through bone, its growl roars through my heart scattering bone-dust and what was once anger is reduced to a stump, cut down into sizes that fit my heart’s black-iron stove; I kneel […]
Read more "Excerpt from: WHEN I WALK THROUGH THAT DOOR, I AM – JIMMY SANTIAGO BACA"EVERY FIFTEEN MINUTES It seems I am waking up every fifteen minutes. All night like this – I wake up thinking about the job. I look to the window to gauge the time And it always seems to be about 6 A.M. My alarm is set for 6:30. I need to be at work at […]
Read more "EVERY FIFTEEN MINUTES – John Tustin"MEN’S WORK Somebody has to kill the cow, Somebody has to go down the stairs when there is a noise Somebody has to carry the baby out of the burning building Somebody has to stoke the fire Somebody has to find the Golden Fleece Somebody, when the food runs low, has to go Somebody has […]
Read more "MEN’S WORK – Marc Janssen "Frogs “Grow grass, stone frogs,” written on bathroom walls. Hippie beads, oodles colorful acid pills in dresser draws, no clothes, kaleidoscope condoms, ostentatious sex. No Bibles or Sundays that anyone remembers. Rochdale College, Toronto, Ontario 1972, freedom school, free education. Makes no sense, when you’re high on a song “American Women” blasting eardrums and police […]
Read more "FROGS – Michael Lee Johnson"TRANSFER OF POWER I press my nameplate, flushed and new, hammered onto the door. I sit in his chair, His denim jacket slumped over Sink into his seat. It’s warm like he just got into the desktop drawer as if a naughty student paper-clips, a plastic sleeve, mouth half-open, An antacid tablet releases white dust […]
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