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19981998 views55 comments44 favs

I am a sunflower. I turn my yellow and black face, bruised, to the sun, hoping its light will heal me. With my eyes closed I can see my stamen, veins in my eyelids, bulbous where they intersect. The sun feeds…

Please

19981998 views1414 comments44 favs

"What I need to wear the ring for," I said to myself, "I already got his last name..."

The bridge

19981998 views1919 comments1515 favs

as long as you have some snacks up there I can be brave

Time

19981998 views2121 comments1616 favs

Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.

Arcana Magi Memorial - c.4

19981998 views00 comments00 favs

Azure walked through the fog as though she were walking to class. Her hands swayed through the mist and felt the thickness of the cloud through her fingers

Found Poem

19981998 views1010 comments55 favs

The waters rose / on the earth

Wet funeral

19981998 views88 comments88 favs

I know now, how she moves without verbs after you crushed her into the river.

Hold Your Shield, Front Guard

19971997 views00 comments00 favs

Casting nets like Jesus to a metaphor sea Admittedly as weak as me But I need the hike, Like we still like Ike To tell us about the Military Industrial Complex Though he never told us what came next

To Live It Again

19971997 views77 comments44 favs

She began guiding Penny’s arms, whispering movements through her body. Memory and experience sang through every fiber of their being. The song had become her life.

The Company's Sprinkler Heads

19971997 views22 comments00 favs

I am alive, and I am hungry. Angry, I want more. I am not content with what you're offering me. Forty hours a week, two weeks vacation. A mortgage and car payments. Wife and kids, a dog in the suburbs. It's all incredibly unexciting, unsatisfying.

Ingrid Bergman Answers the Call

19971997 views33 comments44 favs

Out the window is an empty birdbath, dry flaky concrete ring, no birds.

One A.M. at the Beau Rivage

19971997 views1212 comments66 favs

After the show they talked at the famous comedian, reaching the way they do, with their arms. Their arms are curved a good way, a better way than the older white planes of my own.

Clay Women

19971997 views99 comments77 favs

"... I knew Willie had gone— out the back door or out the side window. I knew he probably slipped over the fence behind my house into Lou C.’s backyard..."

The Beat of Sorrow

19961996 views00 comments00 favs

See a girl like Lily sitting offstage in a wooden chair in a fourth-rate club somewhere, crying, holding on so hard to so little, and as it breaks your heart to watch; forgive me. Understand me. You can’t rescue us. We all deserve more.

Those (Beckoning) Lights

19961996 views99 comments1111 favs

The understanding we made was neatly wrapped up in its own blue tissue cocoon like a neatly rolled joint and dumped unceremoniously into the forgotten past like a plate of leftover digitized lies. The lid was slammed shut. Time passes too tightly. And you …

Wind Drinks Time Like Wine

19961996 views1818 comments99 favs

but let's stop and take another look at things could it be through our closed eyes that we didn't really know what we were talking about that there never was a surprise

Variation on a Variation of a Mode

19961996 views2727 comments1212 favs

Borges must be so proud somewhere

Woman

19961996 views1717 comments1414 favs

When you move to the music of a woman

The Field Guide: Olivetti

19961996 views88 comments33 favs

When you last produced writing on a manual typewriter, was it before or after your first sexual experience, or maybe during? Manual or otherwise. Which do you recall with more enthusiasm...

Bogdan

19951995 views1919 comments1818 favs

He was a tenth grade / messiah, famous for acts of attrition.

Epithelial Sample

19951995 views99 comments55 favs

I found my black dot nucleus. School got me in the 10th year with the numbers spilling outta my head, but now I got the cell on my mind. Everybody's floating around this joint all pink and green college clean, yellow face Japanese, or the jet-headed Greeks with their…

The Loss of a Child

19951995 views2424 comments77 favs

I watched as the light fled from your eyes, No slowly dimming lamp,

Still Life with a Bottle of Olives

19951995 views88 comments55 favs

On the table the image is by Chardin but the puzzle is by someone else and that is what he has dumped out of the box.

Brother Dream

19951995 views22 comments11 fav

It’s always daylight there My brother comes running down the sidewalk holding out his arms and calling my name He’s wearing suspenders. He’s gotten thinner in heaven He embraces me warmly wanting us to be friends I give up trying to re

Old Salty

19951995 views66 comments33 favs

Cap'n Pepper tries and tries but Old Salty is never happy.

The Intercom

19941994 views33 comments11 fav

I have never met Joe’s brother, of course.

The Invisible Corpse Candle

19941994 views1616 comments55 favs

Her eyes stared wide with panic, her teeth chattered intermittently with impressive intensity, and with her ineffectual stabs at the air she completed the portrait of distracted mania.

Lule of Raw

19941994 views1919 comments88 favs

A discussion at the homeless colony under the expressway overpass crossing the river:

Tomorrows Never Written and Subsequent Unrehearsed Memory

19931993 views66 comments33 favs

For some, a vertical pattern will evoke prison bars, for others, product bar codes.

Veins Of Crazy Water

19931993 views55 comments44 favs

People tell me my personality is a drug. Could be. My shadow is a spine. And I have the current density of copper. A welcoming face. Opium eyes opium thumbs. The piccolo is parenthetical. …