Not That I Want To Be There – Christine Hope Starr
Monday, September 26, 2011 14:14 — 0 Comments
When the last child was born, we surmise,
Houdini’s Dreams – Christopher Roe
Thursday, September 22, 2011 16:51 — 1 Comment
He put his aging dreams
Dancing Around The Truth: After ‘Getting Ready’ By Marcia Phillips – Kim Baker
Monday, September 19, 2011 13:58 — 0 Comments
A pair of ballerina wannabees in cotton candy tutus
Note From The Ocean – Claire Barnard
Thursday, September 15, 2011 14:23 — 0 Comments
women come along
Navigator – Claire Barnard
Monday, September 12, 2011 12:49 — 0 Comments
one night alone after too much
My North America – Peter McNestry
Thursday, September 8, 2011 13:08 — 3 Comments
I’ve Seen Farmhouses Toppled
Letter To My Friend, The Embalmer – Andrew Gretes
Monday, September 5, 2011 13:56 — 0 Comments
Joe, when I die, don’t waste a second:
Country Doctor – Kevin Heaton
Thursday, September 1, 2011 13:36 — 1 Comment
The quest for Quivira parts fabled
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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
