Category: Poetry

Babysitter

February 2, 2013

When I gripped the electric fence and felt the thud between my shoulder blades I thought that the girl with downs syndrome had punched me in the back. My brother laughed with the sisters— the one...

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Beasting the Awesome Sauce

February 2, 2013

for Matthew Harness onto the andele, I’m on belay, flashing an off-width—watch me—I Z bone the       T bone Zamboni crony smooth.  Short-fused muse, powder sugar keg stand your...

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BEAST OF THE SEA (2)

February 2, 2013

And there was given to it a mouth with which to speak great things and blasphemies.  And there was given to it, too, authority, and hierarchy, and men and women worshipping. This was the dream of...

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MASKS

February 2, 2013

At the grocery store today— these meteors and angels, wise men and all the beautiful hallucinations of December, wearing the masks of the Ordinary, the Annoyed, the Tired. The Disturbed. The Sane....

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The Country

February 2, 2013

There is a horse with a face made of flies. There is wet shale, a porch, a storm. You are checking your body for ticks. The moonlight glazes your skin as you turn in the mirror, no red apertures...

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Trespassers

February 2, 2013

Tonight you are a mile of black weeds. You are a crow with a beak full of smoke on the move over the river. Tonight I shave my head and nail a baggy of hair above my door. I walk by the light of my...

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THAT MEN SHOULD KILL ONE ANOTHER

February 2, 2013

It is the bread that will not be baked. The bread that rises and continues to rise. It is the recital performed every night— Little girl in a snowstorm in an empty auditorium.  Not the soldier on...

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[obscenity for the advancement of poetry 7]

May 15, 2012

Poetry kathryn l. pringle

derision settled into the stone of the place

a tree once living now dying

the practice of killing extended...

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from GLOCK CHORUS

May 11, 2012

Poetry Joyelle McSweeney

My target’s face it was pockmarked

tho hidden by a sack of ice

tho hidden like a crooked account book

fell open where the hammer hit twice...

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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...

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