Claire Askew Coming in to land. You know when you’ve begun to fall, sometimes, from the strange static – the second when your head feels wholly invisible; elegant glass tank for the fat, ugly fish of your brain.
Presenting: Ben Barton REMEMBRANCE my pen is my weapon a limb of my sharpened tongue Here to set wagging all your dirty little secrets Everything you have tried to forget I play them Little scenes in my head over and over. I remember.
Presenting: Andrew Taylor Advent A heartbeat, a dawning of process. Let’s ride it until the formal eyes tune in, absorb the light of newness. I’ll take a hold, engage like the first breath after coma.
Presenting: Peycho Kanev picture of a dog someday she will look exactly like my body and then I will not be able to love myself I will be old dog blind of old age and if this happens I will say; my Heart is a dead cat but the bitch of my night drags theContinue reading “Out of the Cupboard #8”
Justin Hyde wait long enough you realize nobody has a skeleton key to the starving one winged bluebird babbling and smearing its own faeces on the walls of your heart. or if there is a somebody it’s probably a fourteen year old lebanese hooker shackled to a sink in an executive bathroom somewhere in china,Continue reading “#42”
Jack Henry rantings of a delusional mind i can’t think of what to write. for years i have wanted to write a column on the various odds and ends of life that i experience, little melodies of life that i find interesting and worth note, and now, like my sex life, i am flaccid. itContinue reading “something, i dunno #1”
Presenting: A.D. Winans AMERICA Drummed out of the infantry of death I came back to you carrying the Poems of my soul Opened the door of life And found only death inside America I have read the state of the union And listened to the state of the economy By statesmen in a state ofContinue reading “Out of the Cupboard #7”
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 whalesContinue reading “Out of the Cupboard #6”
Mikael Covey What It Is Literature is about something. To say “that was an amusing piece of drivel” is tantamount to – my time, my life is so meaningless that any tawdry bit of amusement is welcome. Not a good thing. No, your limited time of life should mean a whole lot. It should beContinue reading “Talk Hard #1”
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… theContinue reading “Out of the Cupboard #5”