phoebe

Otron and His Dark Horse

May 11, 2012

Sometimes, I feel like writing my own obituary. I grab hold of a bottle and spin in circles, the living room’s recessed lighting hiding the wrinkles on my sleep deprived face. Later, I jump off the...

[obscenity for the advancement of poetry #6]

May 11, 2012

Poetry kathryn l. pringle

there’s a stitch in my rib it is mobile it has been there for a week it is hard not to lie

down with a stitch / secure all the rooms / sleep in front...

Daydreamt

May 11, 2012

Without smoke, you fill my throat with smoke. I taste the flames shimmy across my tongue’s meridian. You are not one of the tastes it is programmed to process. You replace my breath. I exhale you...

ANNUNCIATION

May 11, 2012

Too alive to it, too aware of it. How it fits in mine but does not resemble my own. An animal’s hand. The one thing no one else wanted. She asks me to help her and her idiot son down the wet...

from SORROW ARROW

May 11, 2012

Poetry Emily Kendal Frey

You are stringing arrows by a lilac bush

Every time I forget a person my body apologizes

Bad night of dreaming

The rows of devils thick as trash...

Swampmeat

May 11, 2012

Poetry Josh Fomon

In the current cycle of this hollow

ground there is a spring

where you hide blue

and in the mud. ...

Driving Home Through Virginia

May 11, 2012

Poetry Adam Day

Black-backed, black-masked cardinal

burning on a branch. Season of ice: sense that nothing

is quite solid –...

You’ll See My Design Inside a Lemon

May 11, 2012

Poetry Julia Cohen

You leave marks in

the dirt & that’s my pattern, ants

swarming a cut potato...