Anti-Pastoral – James Hritz
Thursday, March 31, 2011 13:39 — 1 Comment
Leeches paint the face of my sister’s heirloom yarn doll.
A Backward Look – Derek Otsuji
Thursday, March 10, 2011 14:34 — 0 Comments
On two occasions you were seen, they said,
In Praise of Mercury – Mira Martin-Parker
Monday, March 7, 2011 13:46 — 0 Comments
Great god of thieves, thrift shopping, carpet dealing, and checks both good and bad.
Living – Fernando Flores
Thursday, March 3, 2011 12:09 — 4 Comments
with turquoise hanging from your touch
Unfilmed – Mary Collins
Wednesday, February 23, 2011 20:59 — 1 Comment
My camera was stolen last night (the night, dancing, steaks, wine, new friends and more drinking were worth it though), so you pretty people are just going to have to believe me
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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
