A Nameless Guest – Jed Myers
Monday, June 13, 2011 14:09 — 0 Comments
It becomes more difficult to remember
The Physics Of Philosophy – Stephen Roxborough
Thursday, June 9, 2011 14:50 — 0 Comments
there are no lines he said
Carl Sandburg, Idols In The Sand, And Galesburg Shacks – Michael Lee Johnson
Monday, June 6, 2011 13:34 — 0 Comments
Idols are what idols appear to be.
Clearance – Daniel Romo
Thursday, June 2, 2011 15:13 — 1 Comment
We’re buying bullets like a blowout sale in Baghdad. We use blood for our currency. I’m missing an arm; you stole my pocketknife. Did the nerves dance like rhythmic cilia while you whittled away? Dangle like long division? Through the scope I saw centuries. Sanctity. Civilians. We are the uninformed fuse of a smart bomb, the tint of Shiite prophecies, of mustard gas, of tarnished Heavens. The sand has stolen our mothers. We choke on our fathers’ pocket watches. We cough up pints of tens and twenties.
Salt Wife Within – Rachel Welty
Thursday, May 26, 2011 14:14 — 1 Comment
Her weird bride’s tiny body once lay bent inside a shell,
114 Tamarack Street – Randall Ingram
Monday, May 23, 2011 14:12 — 0 Comments
Tell me again why you brought me here.
Captain Procrastination – Jenny Billings Beaver
Thursday, May 19, 2011 14:14 — 0 Comments
Zack, my favorite slacker
On the City Trail – Jed Myers
Monday, May 16, 2011 14:17 — 0 Comments
As we pass, the broken ones’
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
