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The man swallowed
480 ball bearings.
One sphere a minute during
his last eight-hour shift.
No unemployment lines
for the human anchor
sitting upright
on the floor of the sea.
The scuba...
Results of DALE PATTERSON CHALLENGE published!
Hey fellow lOAFers!
Head on over to The Ekphrastic Review today and check out the featured responses to @Dale Patterson's piece, "After the Storm."
Cheers!
Jordan
Karin Dreijer Andersson
we hung around
Gothenburg for five months
or so
renting out an expensive apartment
on Vingalandsgatan
with a fabulous panoramic view
over the Gothia River
and went to three The Knife...
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I fear losing my strangeness, my hands and feet
dissolving, my distinctive features bleeding
into a bleary rabble. The patient man perched
on his balcony, who waits for the clan, the tribe,
or the chaotic crowd to decide his future,
he makes me hum...
My stockpile is such that
when I open a drawer I brace
for an avalanche of toilet paper.
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to last a months-long struggle, for my son
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I’ve strewn fat...
it is a thankless task
sweeping together
the parts of a person
dismantled by the wind
gauging by feel and heft
if everything is there
the limbs paired
the feet engaged
that they might carry the assemblage
through another day
it is the endless toil
of hands callousing
on rope and...
non profit phone bank job
in hollywood
that I found, on craigslist
in December
when I was
living in Van Nuys
down on my luck
i guess you could call it
a desperation gig
and i shaved my face
took a shower
got the job
for a couple of days
and i...
i heard a scuttle in the bushes
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sensed an angel suffering from a fall
the sounds my body makes
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There is a tumble
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forming bows and twirls,
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on the shelf
to gather dust.
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eagerly pluck them down,
blow them off,
admire each little gift
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He’s old now, very old
living in a recliner
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feeling like an eaglet
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curious about
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She wondered how an old boyfriend
spent New Year’s Eve,
if he was there
with his wife
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But now she knew.
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running outdoors with a smile
singing and skipping
into very concrete streets
resolve to pay credit card bills, student loans, interest on interest,
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Today I stop to photograph
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in fescue and rough dandelions.
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Perhaps some poet...
the Archangel
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I tell myself
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me & the dog tame,
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Removes unsightly
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spoil your landscape.
Cleans as it polishes, replaces
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Their profane beliefs with fresh air.
Their noisy children with heavenly quiet.
Our history with revised pages.
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They are an infection that will...
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His last thought was walking
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mixed media on paper, 21,2 x 29,9 cm, 2020
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The high resolution images
Data, collected by satellite
Analysed to spot the unusual
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Find Jimmy Hoffa
See if McDonald’s is open
If the algorithm suggests
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I once tried to kick in the screen
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I was drunk on my ass
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For Christmas, I received:
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Another story about Mom. A reminder I had her eyes.
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the waves brought it
right to her feet
that old improbable
message in a bottle.
She took it with her
kept it near
but did not want
to open it
to spoil the mystery
of her selection.
Resting in the garden
she dreams
starfish dreams
opens her hands
like fans of coral
feels her...
These days all we do is swipe.
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left for pasta with white sauce.
Gone are the days when Pav-Bhaji
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Zomato is a smooth criminal—
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but nothing can substitute...
my heart beats less in November
it has nothing to do with love
ice crystals in the morning sun
the dead leaves around my feet
tight shoes
gloved hands
last year’s down jacket
it beats so much faster in July
when I can’t
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Publishing a book is important, whether self-published (without imprint) or cooperatively published (with imprint). Yeah, you won't get rich or earn a lot of money from the book sales, but you will open the door of publication opportunities for...
The directions
on the shampoo bottle:
“Wet hair thoroughly
before applying.”
Someone got paid for that?
Why not me?
Here’s my resume.
Published Poet.
Will work for food.
I try on a suit to look handsome for the stars,
ask the mirror what I have gained and what I have lost.
I mourn the death of those yet to die,
seek an urn to hold the ashes of what might...
We sit on the stoop for hours.
A few passersby, one wearing bright red kicks,
Hey man help me out. You wave a royal dismissal.
Red-kicks nods, fades into the sidewalk.
Craving closeness in any form,
I squeeze closer, my shoulder to your shoulder.
You...
You pointed out a spot along the fence in the pasture and
recounted how you once snuck up behind a coyote and
just to see if you could, roped him, deftly
snuck the expert loop of your lasso around his neck.
(After, you...
here's a new batch for you. I know
that i erred when i couldn't resist
and sent several times when you
specifically scowl on excessive
submissions. I guess i was overly
anxious, yearning a slot in your very
fine journal. I'm not really obsessive,
nor one...
He’s addressing the nation on CNN.
How do you know he’s lying? His lips
are moving. Four years ago,
the joke was funny. Now, we shrug,
at a loss for words. Dante damned
corrupt politicians to the Eighth Circle
of Hell, Stone Ditch Number Five.
Even a singing cowboy, back
in...
The petrifying things
that haunt me include
waking up one day to realize
I have become that person
who enjoys the OMG
Facebook games
that make cute acronyms
from the letters of my name
my wine glass empty
spit marks
down the barely reflecting mirror
a book mark in the...
When she says my name it feels like my skirt flipped up
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Under where my brother hid when I was born,
There are now mousetraps and cricket tape and
He was waiting
To tell my name to the slippery red...
Am I impressed? I suppose.
The bull’s head, the horns,
the way you puff up
three times your size. Still
you’re the same old, same old.
Considerate. A bit of a slob.
Some drool, green as mint,
on your side of the pillow.
We are cognizant
of the black hole
at the heart of all
expectations,
yet our love
feels like an orbit;
slow and elliptical
around a private sun.
I, male, seem flighty
as though driven
by the panic of
self-propagation.
While you, the woman,
sufficiently immune
to the shadows
of destruction,
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the growth of...
A violet aura fades to indigo along the skyline.
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everything that gives me purpose
is extinguished.
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Ocean City, NJ, 1967
Meggs arrives wearing dangling earrings and attitude
Afternoon walk: Nefertari and Ra
My mother
waited up late for me
early Sunday mornings
chain-smoking cigarettes
off the pilot light,
her gas flame-blue shadow
cast across the kitchen
as I came up the back stairs
from the porch;
All the other rooms
slept.
Cigarettes burned,
all the other rooms
tossed and turned.
Darkness
never felt
so good.
In...
"The creature
that does nothing
will get dafter!
And dafter!
And dafter!"
A man alone
keeps screaming
as he walks towards
Leicester Square
where at 8 am
barely a soul is stirring
where no creature
will hear him.
King (in his own world)
De deskundige
Selectieve verontwaardiging
Counting the days
The wrong side of history
belongs to people who eat candy corn
one color at a time.
Scientists say
the twelve ingredients include
sweeteners, artificial colors,
animal skin and bones
and little red insects from Asia.
Those on the wrong side of history
reject this ingredient list as
liberal...
Compose it now, as a guarantee of surviving
this turbulent age, take it out for reassurance
when you need it most,
like a fifth of vodka,
or memories
of an appaloosa mare,
calling to you from across the pasture.
Recollections of the moon rising over the...
1.
there is a strange hill
at the cliff’s edge
verdant and delicious
smoothly curved
from the distance
it is not a hill, really
not stone flesh
with hairs pricked up
green to the follicle
branches
push up under the surface
creating a hollow
hill of trees
we hide us in it
I am...
I don’t use a washcloth in the shower. It’s probably bad for me. Not exfoliating, I mean. I bet someone has died from it. Somewhere, I read that dust is 70% skin, which means when you walk into the...
"Chun" is a series that I am working on in which I depict myself as an Asian woman, although I am a straight male, in order to explore gender fluidity and to express my love and appreciation for female...
Silence chauffeurs loss,
I call it—God—
another conundrum unsolved.
A discreet chill lingers to speak,
a farewell from the arctic concludes:
if millions of anything dies
it isn’t equally tragic.
Primates are most vile;
what could Jane Goodall see
in chimpanzees?
Maybe as humans, we are of different genera,...
something in the moonlight
like one long goodbye
I never heard
there's just the upholstery staring at me
the long death of the day
click and drag on a cigarette
have you ever cut a flower
on a summer evening when it's not too hot
and smelled...
“Dick Hertz and Connie Lingus, phone call.”
That was always me. I’d call the restaurant
and tell the hostess: “Huge emergency!”
I always told the waitress, “Cock tail, huh?”
A wise guy. Smart-ass. And I’m still that way.
Melania’s embarrassed to go out with...
Mel took off to Cleveland last winter
cramming everything
she really needed
into a hatchback Honda Accord:
herself, her purse,
a fluffy Alaskan Malamute Koda.
Her blue 10-speed Peugeot
got left behind—
that bicycle rests against
the wall
of my garage
to this very day
tires gone flat now
dust covers frame.
I saddle-up...
California, 2020
North, South, and Central,
wildfires under a quarter moon
threaten the entire state.
The fire moon looks down on them
red as it rises into the night.
The Devil, I think,
grins there tonight
as I walk along the street,
avoiding late-summer heat and smoke--
the evil...
.
there are things made bright
bled
folded
autumn arrives
and the yellow eyes close
sunflowers jiggle
then lean
upturned dirt chokes-up
children's fingers
birds
dive
on
a
belch
of
wind
:
i want to go
.
An apple orchard;
slim pathways on the hill
in the near distance
have turned blue
in dawn light.
I tell blonde Alice
I’m going to head out
to take photos.
Where? She asks.
I say anywhere
they jump out at me,
and she laughs
as if I’m chasing rabbits.
The valley we’re...
Michael B. Carroll Jr.
I’m not mad. I’m angry
We are not a threat to your America.
I’m not mad. I’m angry…
so angry that I could explode, spontaneously, like an unstable gas.
Don’t you understand that we yearn and fight to
prove that we...
They pile us on a field. Try to identify us, contact loved ones.
I think of older sister Nancy.
She must be coming.
She could joke about my love of Polo shirts and say I love you. Call me a man-child, but with...
We have tons of hammers but not enough shoes.
Really, isn't it the same for you? We'd be just fine
if all that's required is beating out the gold leaf
of our down time until it covers this comedy of fright.
We might...
I am ashamed of my schism,
my contortionist brain and tongue.
Told status is a ticket to love.
Take hurried notes on how
to be righteous.
Worship Satan at my school.
Eat full-metal propaganda.
I should be enough–one day.
I am a contradiction.
Confess on knee through a...
just
don't
fucking talk to me
don't try to buy me
a drink
just
don't engage
...
-after "Einstein’s Dreams"
A man and woman walk hand in hand down the Grabenstrasse. The street is quiet on a Tuesday afternoon. An aproned man shakes a rug over the sidewalk; scraps of dust and paper settle on a pair...
My virginity is still lost somewhere in Athens, Greece.
After serving my hippie time
for marijuana possession
I admit I was happy that prisons exist.
I didn’t need rehabilitation then
like so many of those assholes.
I must have driven drunk a thousand times
after my...
The artist Ann Chernow was born in 1936 and grew up in New York City. She has worked extensively in the mediums of lithography, silkscreen, etching, and colored pencil as well as oil painting. Known as “The Queen of...
When my son died
I was devastated by
the colossal waste
that was his mind.
That rare nonjudgmental
visionary kind.
My flattened affect belied
a manic hemispheric need
to understand his death.
When my son died
I became less human.
Existed anesthetized
by pills and booze and doubt.
Garish makeup my disguise...
Aisyday is a collector of things.
Hats and canes. Handbags. Scars.
I can't be sure. I am certain.
She saw me as hard tissue. A door
left ajar. What I said. Honest.
Insecure and reaching.
A ringing nerve along her jawline.
Me. Jarring and disobedient. Always.
Her...
baby Christmas trees
in a field
little bump in the backseat
driving past them
but most of my life I’ve been intense
no wonder I’m crazy
no wonder my little pill bottles have eyes but I’m the one who’s always watching
I’d like to give you...
I refuse to die in a bunker, even if
it’s with you, my dear. I want the
slow death of struggling for light,
hand in hand, through the tremors
and the flames. Do you recall when
we thought things were okay? I am
thankful to...
In the port of Saint Petersburg
wavy-haired mathematicians
exhale vodka and sanctions-ringed cares
and caviar and smoke-circles
and vodka, questioning
the nature of consciousness, until they lose theirs.
In the port of Saint Petersburg
nests of Greek-column-roofed
cloud-tickling fortresses where crane-drivers bask
in the sub-arctic majesty
pull mothers with...
Comforted by the rough of the stucco wall, my back
leaning on the hint of dew as I watch the moon hide
out of shame, alone now, struggling to finish the day,
trying to unearth all blues in the black of the...
who sit with understanding.
Focused, iridescent eyes
attend to your wet ones.
Well-timed hops on your lap,
headbutts; well-placed paws,
chins by thighs on couches.
Furry steps tap out
you are not alone. We got this:
anxiety, infertility,
marriage, adoption,
parenting, childbirth,
divorce, depression and death.
When it is time,
they become...
hammer apple
peacock tank
poached
|
raisin leather
defunct traction
capstan
|
boulder frack
inflate piss
ratchet
|
your anus above me
like a faucet
up a tree
|
your ice lolly
a placard
for your love
of contrast
|
catapult invert
potato reputed
curving
|
palace slippery
inkwell rebate
stone
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For the umpteenth time this mangled year
she asked me why I was crying
mama what’s wrong mama
the coffeepot was sputtering
vainly promising my restoration
on yet one more in a long line of mornings
too familiar to my desperations
what was I supposed to...
Some Pinky pencils live longer
as they remain hidden in the dusty
pockets of blazers
that no longer fit.
Then there are unconcerned
ones that idle in a pen pot
and their only job is to make
managers look busy.
Some hibernate on dressing tables,
others remain in...
A small shiny insect crawled methodically across
the clean, white sheet of paper,
trying to crawl across before I stained it
with my useless words.
So arrogant and determined in his steps.
I am grateful it was not a spider.
So very grateful it was...
It was by no means
coincidence that a tortoise
the size of a manhole cover
walked out of the open desert
and into the path of our car.
I believe in the goddess
of close calls now and built her
a hand polished shrine by the...
for Trish Saunders
First off, it isn’t Mr. Trump.
It’s Mr. President. Alright?
You want my tax returns?
I’ve 5 accountants working on them full-time,
but you can’t get even one to squeal on me?
You don’t deserve it then.
I’ll give you one big clue....
Strangers
We never shared the same space;
circumstance kept us apart.
We passed so close I’m sure
we must’ve touched
on some level, but life went on
unaware, invisible threads.
Friends
I got you to laugh in the middle
of our tragedies, and you let me
cry until I...
so full of yourself
with no room available
before you implode
My grandmother
asked. I was six years old
and thought she had met
Abraham Lincoln.
An old beach photo caught
her in sandy ankle boots
and cinched waist, her long
hair blowing free of its pins.
She had lost her husband
in France to shell shock
and later to...
I buy my own groceries,
fix my own meals, wash
my dirty dishes: what more
could a woman want?
She might want a stiff erection,
that's what: something I last had
back at the turn of the century.
She might want a man to give her...
Edwin was going bald
in high school.
Don’t ask me to describe him.
Just take my word for it.
He was not handsome.
The popular girls
didn’t want his cooties.
When he laughed
his buck teeth bucked.
His thick glasses
made his eyes look fat.
It’s no surprise
that Edwin
was a...
gust on a carousel, revolve in Summer sun
as she kals to her mam on her doorstep.
Blown me nose on more material.
says her mam. Cheese-wire me arse.
They're comfy, mam. 'sides
lads like 'em.
Off you mean. When they've
got it on 'em.
Both snort...
I won’t accept death delivered in prose.
Darkness fell twice tonight; can we still know
what’s real? Give me your hand and we'll compose
ourselves. Do you recall, not long ago,
when one could mourn but not despair? When pain
made sense? I’m tired....
was
this old
friend of mine
who gave me my first
and only award for poetry.
it was
near 3 in the morning
and we
were drunk
on cheap vodka,
complaining
how we couldn’t
get published anywhere
and never
won any awards for our work
and
we were
standing on this corner
ready
to call it a night
and
he...
I kissed her cheek
and whispered,
"Good to see you."
Snore opened to smile,
her eyes looked up.
"Hello!" she said like a girl.
Then I went into a room with her
back on the day I was born.
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Beware the old witch who eats lost children.
Snuggle closely, my good little ones—
warm and tasty from your bath.
I will tell you fairy tales of abandoned children
shivering alone, selling matches,
big bad wolves leering at innocent girls,
and naughty little boys growing...
Owl at full moon, fairy, rose
Bumblebee and Dragonfly in Love
It's a conversation
between the doorknob and me
when I stare long
and its glint in fake gold
glances back
as if for a turn
my hand is too lazy to labor.
I've now mastered
the parts of the solo window
in my bedroom,
the sill begging for a...
Click an image to view full screen.
that manifest while drawing...
I want to believe in reincarnation. Maybe it’s because my father told me, just before he died, that he didn’t believe in an afterlife,
had no use for Heaven, didn't care if there was a Hell, either.
He believed people turn...
wings on silk
dancing small, on fragile fingers
dancing, tonight
on some kind of neon, pink sea
ancient, wooden boats will sail
forgotten sailors will be eaten
by moths:
you’ll fall in love
you’ll bounce in and out
of people, cities, ghosts
flitting
thinking of
stock market crashes
‘n
hallowed eyed surfer kids
with...
sad disbeliever without feeling
beside a window
distorted by rain from
the second named storm of August
I watch three pure-white terns
brighter than
elegant
the delicate
grey of slender wings
that beat in the hover
rise in the gusts
then dive to tickle
the brown-foamed
storm-churned lough
no fish —
too deep for...
HEL
the sunlight makes long shadows of the trees
hands that reach across the road
there is that sickening moment
the fall of a thousand guts
the soft crunch of breaking bones
and a high pitched yelp
that merges into the screech of the truck's brake...
Not just a man who understood
the confounding breath of the forest
but a man who knew both fire and peace
in the conversation of tree and leaf
Shrewd and silent as scenting wolves
he might’ve remarked
We humans often live foraging words
forgetting the names...
The bars close down. The virus.
So I have my own drinking night. I line up four glasses of Merlot in my bedroom. Prep my playlist.
Debussy and Tchaikovsky mingle with shadows. Moonlight arpeggios weep and brass instruments crash.
But there’s no...
Travel into the bitter north
Following the shooting star
To the fluorescent display that sears
The distance. Aurora Borealis. An oath
The night vows will last eons
Until the last man on the last horse
Says farewell to the smoking earth.
Imagine it, the final ghost
Of...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmjU-nKfvr8
I come to
in the kitchen, leaning
against the stove,
gripping an empty bag
of Trader Joe’s white cheddar popcorn,
tasting salt but unable
to recall opening the bag
& eating its contents.
Funny how the time slips away,
sang my favorite cowpunk,
funny how I once needled
my foodie...
The wood of the old farmhouse still crumbles,
paint powdery and chipped.
I pick at a flake with my fingernail
float from room to room through the past
tumbling along the scent of dust and bone.
My sisters waken in the bedroom to the...
On St. Patrick's day
the New York Post
was printed green
and I got fired.
It was a Wednesday, payday,
and I got paid and fired
and I stumbled out of a gray windowless warehouse
into drizzling and puddle strewn Brooklyn.
I folded the paycheck into my...
It's quiet in the yard.
Gray-green leaves
barely rustle.
Sun is out: I need to get off
this couch.
I was in Tangiers
where a kindergarten friend I hadn't seen in eighteen years
tried to sell me dope.
I was in Moose Jaw, Canada;
in Skopia, Yugoslavia;
I was...
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there is nothing in the night
even the moon is probably missing
I haven’t bothered to look
I remember when you said
can you see the breeze through my hair?
I want you to know that I did
but tonight I don’t see anything
the TV...
let yesterday go
for she’s an imposter-
eager to steal
today
a rose etched thief
who silently, beckons
…………………………..
and do not wait for tomorrow,
for he’s a tinker’s dream
a liar brushed in silver
dying to drain us
of our youth
Youth
I keep sitting on the deck
trying to feel how I used to
when I was younger
it was a vibrancy
a confidence
sometimes I almost feel like that
my fingers just a few inches away from it
the next door neighbor’s son
yells up,
"Why are you...
She must have thought
I was bringing up
some blingy new couture.
I had just told her
there had been another one
this time in Allentown.
Voracious newshounds that we are
we knew all about the other ones
in Edmonton and Miami
in Sarasota and Spokane
and of course...
Whose ribs will fill you now, black silk dress
looking reproachfully at me
from the half-price rack?
I don't like your "look at me!" plea with one shoulder
sliding floorward off the hanger.
I want someone to wear you dancing
in some dive on a moonless night
drinking...
are at it again in the street
they practice twice a week on a Tuesday and Thursday
more in the periods before the local fiestas
it is painful to listen to
the duff notes make me listen even harder–
is that really Despacito?
this band is...
When I withhold desire
to sate the empty vase
is when I saunter
through the garden
a virtual arrangement
of flora on feet
on display
with my peers.
It’s your ghost, no, it’s you—
coatless in June rain on the longest day,
walking with your arms crossed
over your chest to keep warm,
so I know you're not a ghost after all,
but you might be your son, and
I'm trailing you, knowing...
Something moved, down on the floor,
as I sat staring at the t.v.
Marisella came in from the kitchen, holding something,
a glass.
The t.v. went limp
trying to broadcast something
too late for working people
to be watching.
Marisella sat on the sofa.
Three days later and...
elevators are dangerous
they’re to be avoided
conference rooms, even more so
scurry frantic, away on all fours
from under hard-wood desks:
too much space underneath them
lethal, seductive
shun enclosed, private spaces
where wives cannot see you
there’s something, there;
an unholy
hallelujah
ecstasy rhythm
a sinner’s motion
up, and down, up
and...
all the poets I’ve met
at a safe distance
on the Internet
after years of
carefully cultivating
meaningful
introverted
long-distance
friendships with
kindred unquenchable
minds suffering
a similar affliction
to wrangle a world
into making some
semblance of sense
with written words
they are so close
I could touch them
Dear Lou,
How long have you been dead now? Almost 10 years. You were supposed to mentor me longer, ya know. I don't know what I'm doing in poetry. I have a manuscript I got the edits back on, that...
Is it just me or is it getting crazier out there?
Gather up your precious stones and get ready to hurl them yes
assume your holier than thou positions for I’m sure you are feeling
quite without and therefore righteous and maybe due to that
self-promoted sinless...
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Acrylic, pencil, chalk, ink on Kraft 280gm corrugated cardboard paper
mixed media on canvas, 90 x 90 x 3,5 cm
I remember being a little kid and staring at the fattest guy at the pool
what a brat
well anyway, justice is served, because now he's me
I'm sure the kids calling each other "retard"
have snuck a peek at this stupid gut...
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The playground's fake dirt pellets were warmer than I remembered.
Millions of tiny rubber cylinders of identical size, shape, and color
released a disturbing chemical stench.
Yet the children continued to play there
with ubiquitous plastic water bottles.
Trash that slobbered out of the...
The dog wants to bite,
her muzzle twitching
as she tends to emails and texts.
The dog wakes up and drinks coffee.
When you were a child
you were a charlatan,
your mother told you.
You immediately fell
into the company of mirrors,
disturbed men and women
eating pop...
The excavators started one street over, blocking the street with “ROAD CLOSED” signs and orange cones that kids upended with their bikes.
“I suppose we’re in for this all summer,” Davy said. He pulled the curtain back and peered out....
lawd
we march
lawd
we chant
lawd
we pray
lawd
i sing the body to a hemorrhage
i sing
"the fires are not my doing
neither is the fear
nor the brown skin
i put my weapons into the ground
i sign my resignation in the dirt"
lawd
it's broken
all still broken
the house windows
the...
"Write drunk; edit sober." –Ernest Hemingway
Punctuation is a personal struggle. It begins that way for anyone who wants to be a memorable writer. Who doesn't love the writing part, putting words on a page, the sloppy rough drafts with their...
the thin film of my mouth
on your cunt
in a half-mile high toilet
just to keep us going
through an invisible
security corridor from west to east
notes of golden brown
play easily
as we fuck each other
over
and land in Berlin Templehof
1986
the airport border guards check
that...
i am he shouted
as an emergency tourniquet
to his severed identity
you are i agreed
am i on the floor yet
he called falling backwards
spinning out of control
there is no floor i said
only space
he floated then
his umbilicus a distortion of air
tethered to primordial...
coronilla blooms now
by the bridge
where I poured out his ashes
across the creek
I see the ghost of a groundhog
popping up between tobacco shoots,
whistling—
I remember blowing him away
and cutting off his spindly tail to keep
even if I am alone now
I don’t cry when...
First a bird, then the sea;
then huge armies traipse
to their catastrophe.
Now the storm;
next the dawn—
freedom dangles
from a single sound.
Closer, ever closer, march
children from the womb.
After this: a tomb.
I crawl back into the warm bed for a brief goodbye
and I hold her from behind as she stretches and squints
in a sleepy sweetness beyond anything I've ever touched
or seen and she likes me anyway, despite who I am
and...
There was porn
on the TV when
I fell asleep, the irony
not wasted in dreams
I had bulging muscles,
blinding white teeth
and the Instagram hair
of hot selfie-junkies
I held fuzzy puppies
against my well-combed
chest, cute babies
to raise my ‘gram-score
followers flocked
like zombies, desperately
not seeking brains,
my obligatory...
It's not the fall
of shank buttons
or the tearing noise
of quick unzipping
or the impulse
of pull and push
or the rough
of cold concrete
or the thin blades
of wild ryegrass
or the voyeur moon
of waning summer
but the wide smirk
of noir ugliness
I don't omit or relish.
For Edna with love.
"Whiskey.
Any kind you like.
Club soda.
You never go back.
When you do,
you're an old party girl
still sucking
all the fishermen off;
everyone else
is long dead.
Know what I mean?
A little lemon
and some Grenadine."
on a bench
in Barcelona,
open-neck plaid shirt
betrays him as a visitor,
children chase their
football,
unaware that he is there.I watch from behind an olive tree,
observe a passive contentment
undesired in life,
never quite as still
or calm,
as in death
..
Stella Read
June 14, 2020
Pages are falling,
and I’m always replacing.
They never look just right.
I’m haunted by red bougainvillea
blooming
along the King Kamehameha Highway
so thick the road crews
hack it down with chainsaws,
and still the seeds
hurl themselves
into a sliver of dirt
and catch fire in the sunset.
I'll...
Everyone in this meeting is full of shit
& not the kind of shit to varying degrees
depends on how long ago was their last shit
or how much they have eaten since.
I shit shortly after breakfast
before coming to work & now
I’ve...
I wanted to write about the wind
but instead I find words like wait
or fury which are somewhat appropriate,
but not really. The day lifts and the lake
rolls with a longer skim of dragonflies than
yesterday. I skip flat stones and contemplate
the places where they end. This...
Even Jehovah’s Witnesses avoid me now
since I started wearing my fur coat
year round.
Pervs in the park leave me be
until some pop tune
reminds them I’m alone.
I’m alone in a world
where a woman can’t be alone,
unless she has lost a child...
Let her be healthy and let her be safe.
Let her climb on the turtles and run
through the spray of the Three Rivers
Fountain and when she is old enough,
let her sit on the stone rim of her city
drinking sweet coffee...
Eddi, our elderly yellow lab,
both house alarm and protector,
now lies at your feet as you sit
on your kitchen stool cutting
fruit into a clear bowl.
This morning ritual is as old
as he can recall; his head
is flat on the floor as...
when i was 2 and a half feet tall
smiling at everything
learning how to use my
ams, legs, fingers, toes
drooling kindly, generously
over everything
mastering walking, learning language
confused
cooing gently
at my hippy teenage sister
arguing
with my Reagan-ite dad
grinning innocent
at conversations
of oil embargos, and nuclear build...
"There is an old saying: 'No piece of writing is ever finished, it's just abandoned.' But my own rule is: No piece of work is done until you want to kill everyone involved in the publishing process, especially yourself."...
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aesthetic, showing the words for anaesthetic, little creatures placed
to sleep a while. on waking find that spelling is not so awkward now.
checked without books. cover the title with rages and kisses.
i see they use different gases all with difficult...
Pencil, ink, watercolour, graphic ink pen, coloured acrylic ink, oil pastels, chalk pastels on Canson Technical Drawing paper 90gsm - 23cm x 40cm
Glory to the newborn king, mixed media on cardboard, 30,2 x 40,6 cm, 2020
to wait behind, or folk to watch acutely
for invasion of your space. No queues outside
in all weathers ready for the nod to enter
and buy all those things you miss
Like hugs and handshakes and the gentle
stroke of understanding.
No plastic screens...
a reflection of self
of loss
it happens sometimes
and things come too big
1. 94. the kimono.
2.95. big coat.
3.96. covid hair with bows.
4.97. another day.
5.98. corona
Since when did the doves descend in the stanzas? I saw one I think. She was like a mother to me, holding me in her ruffles. I wanted to stay. The dirt under my fingernails has been used for...
When I don’t
think about
breathing,
it still happens.
When I don’t
think about
living in the moment,
it still happens too.
Once the harsh acids
of common sense
and hard science
have dissolved away
the hearsay of the Gospels,
the science-fiction of a Virgin birth
& a resurrection,
along with the myth
of the Three-In-One God,
what is left is merely
the faint voice of
a progressive, poor, Jewish
carpenter echoing ancient,
Buddhist...
but her hands
will always seem
like strangers,
pale animals
with a life
of their own,
loading, clicking.
She brushes her
colorless hair
200 times, as if
where her father
moved thru her
was still a stain
she could ease
out, slamming
each strand as
if to exorcise
his smell, his
breaking and
entering his
body a gun
Originally appeared...
I would create mountains that can spit fire
& cover them with tall green trees with myriad roots
holding dearly the skin of soil covering the rocks
I’d blanket with slowly melting snows
to waterfall & river, before I’d invent worms
& frogs &...
one of the nurses
wanted to
meet
me.
she said she
had all my
books,
which had to be
a lie, but it
was okay,
because she was pretty
and didn’t laugh
when the
doctor
had me take off my shirt,
drop my pants
and cough.
He lived with a pigeon,
his entire apartment was
covered in bird shit,
he dealt good hash,
but it was a horror,
no surface was
untouched,
it didn’t seem to bother
him and the fucking
bird would walk and
fly around pecking and
shitting everywhere,
no doubt he loved that
pigeon, it...
Slow Into Lifeless
No Mo
The Question Implied
Passage
Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, th' ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
—Othello
My mother respected and loved the queen. She loved the ceremony
and the pomp. Pomp and circumstance.
—Trump
We...
i borrowed your apron many years ago. i still have it and just remember you, your darkness. it was good news from the bad, i could have lost you all so quickly. i am drawing trees today
we gets distracted...
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It was about ten to eleven when I went out into the street.
The world was considerably empty except for some
exceeding light
of the kind that doesn’t encourage shadows but seeps
into walls,
strokes bushes, lawns and black dustbins
with soft hands.
Yet I was...
"Pick up your lip." Daddy said
that night during a phone call.
It was the day I got pulled
out early
from school after mom's
appointment.
I held the receiver to my ear
and reached to pull
an invisible dangling cord
beneath my chin;
I imagined shutters
on a cartoon...
Sometimes,
if you are walking through a cemetery
you might hear them calling after you.
Their voices sound like rusty whistles and dry, crackling leaves.
You might hear them say that your nose is too long
or that your clothes look like an unmade...
The smell of rain from my window
tried to prepare me for your death.
It tried to tell me that rain clouds
have become too heavy to carry your name.
Had I turned down the TV,
perhaps read a book instead,
I would have sensed...
I stood in a parking lot and I breathed
evenly through my nose as the sky passed
slowly overhead and the nauseating machines
pumped juice out of the ground and I had my
arms spread like Christ against a fence.
"I really can't stand...
always an admirer
of critical thinking
man is still
a slave
to his senses:
he is slave
to the cook flipping burgers
in the fast food joint down the street
he is slave
to his boss-calling-cellphone
after-hours
deaf-tone ringing between his ears
during shower
dinner
sleep
he is slave
to his lover
who reels him to...
I sat on the floor
and two women
were sat on my
sofa: we were
drinking wine
and smoking
joints: I knew
one of the
women and was
keen to get to
know the other:
the phone rang,
it was a fucked-
up friend, crying
and bitching
about his
rotten life; I
looked up at the
females...
I watch them come in. The women in Mickey Mouse sweatshirts, their mouths open. They shuffle. Everybody shuffles. The men in winter coats with lots of pockets, long hair, and sunglasses. The women go straight to the bible section...
Imagine there’s a painting
adorning the wall of some president’s
master bedroom. It hangs
beneath a mirrored ceiling where his wife
(lucky her) gets to watch his pumping arse
wobble like a pale hairy jelly.
Let’s say it sits above
a dozen nicotine silver wigs
on a...
along the stream that fell from clouds
he came upon
a pile
of bones
recognized
the glaze
and angles
as his own
kicked them
in the creaming
beck
no use
for them
without
a head
going upstream
beside
the gambling goose
where sat
on a bench
a pod
of drunken friends
a mason
chipped
his name
on a slab
while just beyond
an undertaker’s lad
polished the...
I need to fall asleep to the thought of a pretty girl
the world is gross and doesn't care
the TV mutilates
my vomit comes out before I can get to the toilet
it's always time for my pills
people get out of their...
Her hand
in my grasp
passed
from warm
to cool
to cold.
I got home
finished a drink
noticed how
the ice cubes
passed
to liquid
and then to air.
I'm watching eight minutes pass on my clock,
the time it took you to die
with your face pressed into burning asphalt.
Was it something you said? some instinctive struggle
to free yourself? It would have made
no difference,
when you headed north,
as black families...
lawd
we march
lawd
we chant
lawd
we pray
lawd
i sing the body to a hemorrhage
i sing
"the fires are not my doing
neither is the fear
nor the brown skin
i put my weapons into the ground
i sign my resignation in the dirt"
lawd
it's broken
all still broken
the house windows
the...
The First Time I French Kissed You
was the same as the first time I kissed a girl
the same as the first time I kissed anyone.
My tongue in your mouth like a promise. During high school
sleepovers we only invited each...
“Power is not what you have but what the enemy thinks you have.” —Saul Alinsky
Elections have consequences.
So say the victors to justify
their ends and means.
Perhaps the American Dream
is to live without consequence:
no mistakes, only cheapness
we are free to later...
A black leaping buck
painted on a yellow diamond
both warns & welcomes me.
There is no need for words.
My green house has red awnings
& brown rabbit kits hiding
under juniper branches
in the front yard.
I’m a newcomer
in this old neighborhood;
the fruit & nut...
"With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony,
I collected the instruments of life around me,
that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet."
I...
sitting in a home, full of white privilege
i try to comprehend what it means
to be “of color,” never feeling much
like a “person” in the first place
i have my own marginalized class
to live within, lgbtqia—
sadly, i hardly know
what it means...
I look in my rear view mirror
& see myself as a boy
in the back seat
who wants to know
if we are there yet.
Look over here, I say,
see the cows? Moo, Moo
means I give milk to you.
We’ll stop & get some...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2KHFgIJlzI
Wear this mask over your face.
Be sure to hide your feelings displaced.
I'm jaded, snide, and too emotional
because I cry.
Getting good at sealing your fate.
The man in the machine says
hurry up, now wait.
And all of the things I create,
my next...
the owner of a dog
loves his dog.
he gives him a name.
he feeds him
and waters him
plays with him
protects him
defends him.
but still
a dog
is nothing more
than
a dog.
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A short story I drew/wrote for my 3 year old nieces. —Tom Strong
mixed media on paper
I never know what to say about my work except I needed to make it. —Jenn Zed
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Rose red lipstick, ruby
red orange writing on the bed.
Blood on my skin, staining
the threads crimson.
It was too late. Time
was turning nervous in my hands.
I went walking to the hallway
to find excuses instead.
Red, red, red, red.
Run, run, run, run,
to what?...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgcKJXW_D-0
I've been writing all day, trying
to find a phrase
that doesn't need any formal wear and
my hands are twine, tying my eyes
wide. My cheeks are turning pink
like rabid dogs in heat.
I've been erasing all day, trying
to find out her name
that...
Sarah Clancy
May 2020
This crazy spring froze me right inside
its own unnatural thaw. When I look to
the generation behind myself I see nothing
but a glossy spread of good fellowship
that never happened. All our relations
gathered at an outdoor grill, listening
to Stevie...
It’s not your taste for cheap beer
or the fact that your couch smells like boys.
It’s not the way your little cat gets stoned by accident
or that at your same party last summer
someone barfed on my new green shoes.
It’s not...
https://soundcloud.com/flowermouth/aljosja
“If you are born poor it’s not your mistake, but if you die poor it’s your mistake.” —Bill Gates
We admire the philanthropist for "giving back"
and ignore what they first had to take away.
It is a sin to need help...
I’ve been living with someone
who is good but a lover, an ex-con
hunk’s back in town. It doesn’t
matter he’s been dead for decades.
Or the man I’m with now never
knew him, except in poems he
hates me to read or...
Medusa
It’s late August in the city: sweet summer’s
coming to a close. But where are you?
The democratic debates have started,
but I’m not watching. Most of the people
I know are out of town, on vacation somewhere.
I ride the subway lines with...
now
that the hands
can tell carnations
from wood
& the feet
also understand
the soothing
of clay
please
let me confess
that i love
the meek welcome
of the morning
waking me up
to the numbed noises
of fledglings
now that
the mind is
an ocean of calm
waves
& the chest as light
as a lint soaring
into the...
EXPLORE
Forseeing reminiscense
when it has come and gone
as so much has already,
this too will be a distant memory
unreal to us
then, we will sit on the porch...
