Presenting: Joseph Goosey KILLER WHALES AND GREASE I am hungry. I told her. What will you eat? She asked. I could bring you some soup. No matter, I said, I’ve got this here ice water. I slept. Curled up as if something lived on the other side of my door. I dreamt of killer whales [...]
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Out of the Cupboard #6
Posted in Out of the Cupboard on June 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Out of the Cupboard #5
Posted in Out of the Cupboard on June 13, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Presenting: A.J. Kaufmann Under Berlin sky the Berlin sky is all set ablaze w/ Fernsehenturm candles & vertigo cafes where districts roll by like swans in search of black&white angels in search of our good’ ole Nick or some Cabaret blazin’ revival all footnotes to heaven & such… weddings, funerals, orchestras… shock rock guitars… the [...]
Out of the Cupboard #4
Posted in Out of the Cupboard on May 25, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Presenting: Lyn Lifshin COVE POINT Some afternoons, in a certain mood, there’s a word, a name I have to remember. Some times its for no reason: the twins I never could remember till I thought of cameras in the attic: Garret and Cameron. Yesterday it was the ramshackle casino, it’s name over the lake where, [...]
Out of the Cupboard #3
Posted in Out of the Cupboard on May 20, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Presenting: David McLean Stockholm Stockholm feels sleepy today for the morning throws a cloak of sorrow and clouds over our night
Out of the Cupboard #2
Posted in Out of the Cupboard on May 10, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Presenting: Doug Holder Sig Klein Fat Man’s Shop The sign a flashing fat man clad only in expansive underwear loomed outside a rooming house window like a shut-in’s desperate move of self-exposure. Comforting us with the notion that there is indeed “A fit for any-sized man” just look what’s underneath.
Out of the Cupboard #1
Posted in Out of the Cupboard on April 29, 2008 | 1 Comment »
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 [...]