Everything’s already for sale so I shoplifted color from the world, brought you and I closer to static on dead channels. Now I confuse flowers with garbage. Now I can say your eyes are the same as airplanes. I still desire flight in this world, waiting greedily for my turn, my path through the city. […]
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Mathias Svalina: The Spy
(for 12 or more players) Four beanbags or rubber balls are used in this game. Beanbags can be made from shells or wooden blocks. Beanbags should be heavy. So heavy that the child can barely hold them. So heavy that if the child wanted to steal one & take it home he would tire while […]
Tomaz Salamun: Stork, Lift Your Weight!
Oh blindness with red cherry hands behind a wire that bars escape from the tunnel! Blindness is a bowl. I am blind, I am blind! Blindness is terrible rusted wheelbarrows with skin, smoldering marble. Blindness is a handkerchief. Everybody is counting eyes! Blindness is Christ’s wounds with a grid of netting. Saws and files being […]
Charles O’Hay: The Life
Slouched on a park bench, the daily storm kicking cans in your head You watch the faces move in slow parade among the tulips and bronze: Shoppers, retirees, students workers spilling from glass towers for a hot dog and a moment’s sun. The faces are wet cigars, creamed corn, barbed wire, broken clocks; the faces […]
Ashley McWaters: Lesson
The body of work takes off her clothes, intending to shock. She is a skeleton; her shadow a warrior. I ask her what is her nom de plume, she replies she eats no chicken. I ask her to show what she wants, she draws a knife from under her foot and begins dancing a waltz […]
Jeff G. Lytle: Maybe We’re Quakers
Cataclysm. The juice of the ever after. A hard look from the Saint. But hey, even mediocre deaths are deaths, breathless and blue. Happen on a busted egg amid the garbage and gum of the sidewalk, its puny cargo ejected, naked and bony, into dead December. Or a divot in the foot of blizzard gathering […]