Constance Stadler Sulfur Sensual glossolalia Barstool mandrake Turning bulbous tip stick Into blazing aureola Soft lemon brimstone Daunting would-be suitors With malodorous pungency Existential requisite Industrial necessity Blinder of women Vitriol. A cadenza of images… …as I casually note… Your Daily Cataract Of Fulminate Blasphemy.
Archive for January, 2009
#78
Posted in Poetry on January 31, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
#77
Posted in Fiction, Poetry on January 24, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Nikki Wertheim Hallowed Be Thy Name The smell started gradually, then began to permeate the room with such force I felt I had been slapped across the face. I didn’t dare mention it out loud for fear of embarrassing my grandmother. After a few minutes, my mother chuckled and said it was time to change [...]
#76
Posted in Poetry on January 19, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Ainslee Meredith Bureau of Meteorology The blind man sold storms from the back of a taxicab. The taxicab was stolen, the rain had swollen it yellow like a grub belly. Thunderclouds split his fingers with bruises; little bones poked through the skin. Cold ash scorched the frank blackness of a dozen fog-heaps. He was selling [...]
#75
Posted in Poetry on January 15, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Aiko Harman Frog Dream In my dream, as you promised, We are hunting frogspawn I am surreptitious in a lake, With one lip above, And one below, The horizon of the water It’s very still, And I know nothing about frogspawn But imagine they do not breed in water Deep enough for me to be [...]
#74
Posted in Poetry on January 11, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
John Greiner Plush Curtains rise. Applause. The show is about to start. Please take your plush seats.
#73
Posted in Poetry on January 8, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Charles P. Ries CIRCUS TOWN The clown saints were led into Circus Town by Monstro, the mountainous two-headed, four- armed juggler, who sprayed the sky with orbs of glowing light. Making the earth shake with each of his steps – a sainted alien perhaps? “We love you Lord, O Jesus, praise thy clowns,” came the [...]
#72
Posted in Poetry on January 1, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
William Soule C-Word Like so many before, he shoulders out of the doctor’s office, his heart heavy as a stool sample in the gaping mouth of its container, its lips cool as the stethoscope moments ago. He sinks his head to the steering wheel of his car, a restored AMC Gremlin clicking its own steady [...]
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