When his eyes snapped open, it was all gray tee-vee static in his living room: an electric snowstorm hitting someone lost at sea, a black and white confusion behind his eyelids, angel dust in the dark dark country that is the back-40 stable yard. He is the cameraman for a flying circus. He is fired […]
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Maureen Thorson: The Pirate Cure
Maybe you’d never have heard of our particular plights— Spino-fibularia, rosecutter’s ill – strange maladies That guarded themselves harmlessly within our hearts Until some irritant arose or some passion bottled up, Unexercised. Too frail to lift even a page, we layered Recliners and sofas with the thin coverlets of our bodies. But, sick though we […]
Maureen Thorson: The Eyepatch
See my pirate eye? Blank canvas, Drawn shade. Paint it black, you say? Well, there’s a fine flesh wrinkle, Planks clanking with the cannon. Haul out those long toms, dearie, We’ll be getting matey behind The wheelhouse, in the rigging, My long mustache dripping salt, Sash of bullets slid over my chest, Greatcoat hovering like […]
Maureen Thorson: The Daughter of Israel Hand
Years later, the pirates come. I love them, their long knives And thick axes. If only I Could keep them from Upgrading, from making Climactic sea-battles all Digital swagger instead Of cannonballs and fire. I Love their rough ways, say If the pirates got you hooked Up, good. They treat people Of all races equally, […]
Eugene Ostashevsky: Haiku
For best performance set boat down on water. Pirate ship will then float automatically.
Eugene Ostashevsky: A Pirate Fit to Opine on Feet for Sonya
This is my main hand, says the Pirate, and it has made me what I am: the main man on the Main! Yes, I’m a radical rapscallion cruising around in my Spanish galleon, filling the sails with northeasterly trade winds, discharging cannons and making nice with the maidens. I stand on the fore, I stand […]