

RON RIEKKI – ON NOT GETTING HIRED
Monday, May 7, 2012 13:00
It’s OK. I have knees. My hotel is in my back. I have successfully committed suicide so many times that Julie doesn’t even complain anymore. Remember Julie? God, she was perfect. Now there’s just Mom’s ashes. It gets worse. Listen to this. I’m barefeet in a Publix and the woman owner is telling me to leave, so I go home, get on match.com and the first woman I click on looks so sad that I wonder if she just got stabbed by a Chinese grad student. Remember Julie? God, she was beautiful. When I think about taking pills, it’s like a [...]

Garden Song – Mia Ayumi Malhotra
Monday, April 30, 2012 12:58
Knives. Your children are coming to dinner all clamor and grab, faces ticking with greed like teeth left fastened too long in the head. Left untended, your mind’s gone maggoty, rotted like the cold center of a plum. Hungry in the head, rows of unpolished spoons. They’ve hired a woman to haunt the hallway, fetch the bone china. Left as a tribulation when you die, the chard will run rampant. Unhemmed, the bean rows will loosen like old muscles in the mouth, come undone in the garden’s thistled heart.

Let Me Sleep 20 More Minuets – Kathleen Flenniken
Monday, April 23, 2012 13:27
Here’s more buckles and silk ruffles, twenty
more waltzes and gavottes, twenty minutes
of intricately tatted footsteps

What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
