ANDRE BRETON SHARES HIS MUSE – Paulann Petersen
Monday, October 1, 2012 16:06 — 0 Comments
whose hair is a highway, darkway,
No Other World – Lillian Nickerson
Tuesday, September 25, 2012 16:39 — 1 Comment
I grew my grandmother’s legs
Of Today and Today Only – John Fenlon Hogan
Monday, September 17, 2012 17:55 — 0 Comments
And here in the thicket of us, she’s scouring
A Writer’s Dream – James Brantingham
Monday, September 3, 2012 11:57 — 1 Comment
August in Stuttgart, one day on the road
Phlogiston – Dennis Caswell
Sunday, August 19, 2012 13:43 — 2 Comments
People walk down the street in flames,
The Zaftig Ecdysiast – Stephen Morehead
Monday, August 13, 2012 21:39 — 2 Comments
Grandfather’s Bones are turning to poppy and stone.
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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
