Mark Reep Lost Dream Lost Dream Charcoal, Graphite, Ink; 6 1/8” x 4 ¾”
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#69
Posted in Poetry on November 27, 2008 | 3 Comments »
#68
Posted in Poetry on November 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Erin Jade Mullikin Scintilla, Schizophrenia Late at night when the world is a curled cochlea, I reach back into my years, sift through old pockets. Sitting in my grandmother’s polyester chair, I find I can remember more years than I knew I had. On the TV, JFK is waving to his country in his last [...]
#67
Posted in Poetry on November 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
RC Miller VESPER I launch inflated smile piles, Yet my understanding of the spirit is in changes. I never weigh less than what’s alive. I have crept on things doing A departed Agreement with facades I keep doing on ground. Week after month My sockets test The effect a slight sense of moral outrage fakes. [...]
Cash Rules Everything Around Me #7
Posted in Gonzo, non-fiction on November 14, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Greg Oguss BUT THE QUESTION REMAINS… Despite the historic election of Barack Hussein Obama to the Presidency of the United States of America, the race card is still the hole card of choice. That Ralph Nader’s election night use of the slur “Uncle Tom” in a radio interview earned him several minutes of face-time hours [...]
Hyperbation #2
Posted in non-fiction on November 13, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Joseph Goosey A Writer’s Paradise If Frank O’Hara had not been in the position to receive a measly hour lunch break, we would never have read any lunch poems. Conversely, if Frank O’Hara had been able to watch every season of Will & Grace, his collected works would probably be half the size that it [...]
#66
Posted in Poetry on November 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Jeffrey Winke With A Clean, Dry Hand The fluorescent lighting burns especially bright on the white office walls. Some top dog’s wife selected gold-metal framed abstract poster prints that hang self-importantly. An executive wearing a discount warehouse $299 dark suit enters the waiting room. He thinks the suit looks like it cost five times more. [...]
something, i dunno #4
Posted in Gonzo, non-fiction on November 3, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Jack Henry During my freshman year in college, and this would be year one of three years being a freshman in college, I met a girl who would forever live in my memory as Candy Mandy. I never can recall her real name. Neither Candy nor Mandy, I believe it may have been Alice.
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