Presenting: Misti Rainwater-Lites Bitch Dragon the bitch dragon is breathin’ fire down my neck the scales are shinin’ the claws are scratchin’ the tail is lashin’ this is how it goes as I drive down the freeways of Texas with gurglin’ stomach & the stain of 35 years of shame all over my steerin’ wheel [...]
Archive for April, 2008
Out of the Cupboard #1
Posted in Out of the Cupboard on April 29, 2008 | 1 Comment »
#34
Posted in Poetry on April 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Stanley H. Barkan MAY So the flowers have come, at last. Millefiore— all the colors of the mythic rainbow. The little girls wear them in their hair, prepare for the dance around the pole we dreamt about as children. Butterflies are still in chrysalis, moths in pupa. When hint of summer sun will warm their [...]
#33
Posted in Poetry on April 22, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Joseph Goosey BIT BY THE ANT I have decided to begin drinking, tambien. I view the geese mobbing other geese. And here are the girls in pink.
#32
Posted in Poetry on April 17, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Lyn Lifshin NUREYEV he has a marvellous engine inside him, like a Rolls Royce. He’s a mixture of a tartar, a faun and a kind of lost urchin. In his final years he insisted on literally, excruciatingly, dying before our eyes, giving performances so ragged and inept audiences whistled , demanded refunds. He was ill, [...]
#31
Posted in Poetry on April 13, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Ananda Selah Osel The Last Poem of the Night my real name is not the name you know me by I changed it to hide from you and them and him and me
#30
Posted in Poetry on April 10, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Alan Britt CRICKETS Crickets, the only stars on this overcast full moon. The crickets are thick distinct choruses discerned by leaning this way or that. Their trilling resembles frenzied blueyellow beaks from the Peruvian rainforest. The sky kneels on surrounding green maples, spreading her mother-of-pearl nightgown over white lawn chairs and the bare shoulders of [...]
#29
Posted in Poetry on April 5, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Tony Nesca MUTED LOVE SYMPHONY IN THE BIG EASY DRIZZLE empty pen on table concrete walls in my body bearded man blows the saxophone politician says alright slickster head feeling down-low world news grim purple moonshine out the window I watch the timewheel rotation moving easy henry miller he got some wild ass cockroach-sexy he [...]
#28
Posted in Poetry on April 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Nicole Isabella moon calf old man drooling buying courage to have just one touch step out the back door for a cig leaving friend and foes finding places where faces melt to some phony funked out trip laughing lenny bruce groovy desiring some thing non-descript superficial scene-scaping landing nodding kind keep moving card carrying valley [...]
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