Party Boy, The Long Journey Home, and Shadows in Sunlight
by M. Andre Vancrown, July 2005
"I have little time
for the incoherent jibes of madmen who hide,
alcoholic, behind a false cloak
of inapproachable genius."
word browser, Dive of Deceit, and and should i not thrust
by Ulrich R. Kane, July 2005
"yeah, yeah –fuck the syntax decoder
and launch the latest download of
a wordplay divx processor with enough
gigabytes to hot wire a dying page"
Metaphorical Office Shredder, Paranoid Reality, and Anarchist
by Richard Fein, July 2005
"I could even curse God but only He would hear me.
On the floor are strewn my crumpled writings
of deviant manifestos, death-threat letters never sent, and one hell of a hot porno story,
that no one could discover unless they cleaned my floor."
These Pink Roses, Hernia Doubled ( 6th Day ), and Post-Diluvian
by Steve Dalachinsky, June 2005
"i stood somewhere beneath the tilt sign & then i cracked
stood for a moment below my waist"
Commmunicable
by Anntelope, June 2005
"Suicide is contagious
I caught it several times
while it was lying dormant"
Traumas #9913 and #13566
by David E. Matthews, June 2005
"I have time to see that I have left
a triangular puncture in his spine"
The Perverted Poems Trilogy
by Bob Ritchie, June 2005
"I will make an adulterer of you.
You, who have made the marriage to earth.
You, of the oh, white skin, so cool."
The Book Boy, Seven O'Clock and By Exeter Street
by B. Z. Niditch, June 2005
"You refuse to be silent
trying to humor me
in the lusterless mirror
of the dirty yellow taxi"
destiny, a dream, inverted and bombs in free fall
by John Sweet, June 2005
"he has a gun and a
handful of reasons that end up
meaning nothing"
Wild Life, Travelling at 44, and Soul Food
by Ulrike Gerbig, June 2005
"It is one of
These days
When verses
Hunt me down"
Peculiar, Mrs. Palmer and Bon Voyeur
by John Bryan, June 2005
"today, kissed my mirror passionately
it felt glassy
without the world's watercolours staining it"
Feeling Minnesota, New Year's Greeting Recorded on the Hermit's Old School Answering Machine with its Whistling Spools of Cassette Tape, and Pesky Southern Drawl Cluster-Fucks the First Annual Vegas Strip Inaugural
by Dennis Mahagin, May 2005
"Have you guessed yet
at the grotesque truth
of curdled eggnog"
"A very charming summer dress," Archeology, and Ghoul
by Daniel Pendergrass, May 2005
"It can be that simple:
a world was expecting you
at a certain time and place
but you were no longer a part of that world."
The Brick Factory, Eating Cherries in Summer Can Be Messy, and Little Match Girl Lives
by Averil Bones, May 2005
"It were luv, it were, sure as there's cherries in summer.
And sure as cherries get ate, so I got ate from the inside out,
took bloody months, but you finally polished off the crumbs,"
Poem for Kurt Cobain, Kerry Kicks My Ass, and Tallahassee Needs a Bathhouse
by Shane Allison, May 2005
"Walking lustfully and loveless down the lonely street of Park Avenue
Are preachers and teachers and college boys who seek the joys of gay sex
Where cops hide out, unmarked in plain clothes
Waiting to catch and cuff prominent figures in the buff."
Romance, explaining world, and Harry Houdini on Ice
by David Krump, May 2005
"If you need an outline to begin your report
I shattered the male swan's thin skull
With a stone, precisely sometime grey and orange
Before sunset"
We Request Compliance at Birth, Diving into the Hedonic, and Song of Deceit
by Chris D'Errico, May 2005
"a glossary of bone, blood & song & in the soul cultivate heart, sense, tolerance.
some gravitate toward utility.
others, visions."
Sewing and driving back home with a carload of our daughter's college gear
by Michael Estabrook, May 2005
'I said to my wife, "After all these years of study and academic experience," (I have a bachelor's degree, two master's degrees, a PhD, three years of medical school, and a certificate from Harvard) "after all these many years of reading and writing everything from haiku to a 700 page thesis, I think I have finally found my genre, my medium." Pat looks up from her sewing, "Oh?"'
Having Fun and Concerns
by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal, May 2005
"These last few weeks were a drag when
I only wanted a bullet
because I wasn't having much fun."
One, Two, Three, and Pickled Punks
by Mike Duron, April 2005
"When War marched in in shiny boots and everybody rose,
to march in time with drums and flutes, it wasn't peace they chose."
June 1994, Stranded, and Barry Mills
by Lawrence Welsh, April 2005
"some moved for coppola paid the rent
others like me a slow burn with pills
a waltz in smog patios
a grasping for the rest"
When Death Comes, Drawings, and The Oblivion
by Sheema Kalbasi, April 2005
"It is true if you still think of me
When throwing the log fire and the yellow pages
Drop by drop making habits out of the inevitable action"
terry, daily tragedies, and letter to holstad
by Kurtice Kucheman, April 2005
"they are walking towards a precipice on the horizon
and when they reach it they will be given the opportunity to jump off
holding their object and have it carry them down through the waters
weighing them to the bottom of the ocean"
Before the Surgery, I Carry, Ballad of the Sexual Addict, and Who Were We?
by W. B. Keckler, April 2005
"Klimt-yawn through yellow pollen, a fuck-garden's
levitations. Books perfumed drugs. Drugs perfumed books.
The spider roots of orgasm tingle, years later."
Spilling 'the Seed' and Cinderella Man Dreams
by Len Bourret, April 2005
"Time and Motion,
Time Stands Still,
Vital Signs,
Xanadu."
The Book
by Michael Rothenberg, April 2005
' You? You are benevolent but cold. But there's a shortage of benevolence these days. That's a backhanded compliment true.
"Yes."
But you are not cold because you are heartless, only uncomfortable accessing your feelings.
"That's true."'
What's it all about?
by Kristi Swadley, April 2005
"kill ourselves kill each other
(they started it I'm gonna finish it)
screw fuck make love masturbate"
Being in Motion, Reflections in a Cracked Rearview, and Fear of Music
by C. Derick Varn, February 2005
"seventy barreling towards North Carolina. Words
push forward, like a lily rising through kudzu.
A brake squeal. The car stops. I reach for the dash."
scr i a bin ( the black mass), strict sorrow, and stone head
by Steve Dalachinsky, February 2005
"these dead/ they walk again within us
slow poems
lyrical etudes
dramatic re-awaken//ings"
Mouldy Dildo, reptile and drug, and Biolysis Machine
by John Bryan, February 2005
"basking on the
boulders of inspiration
only slightly warmer i, than the
Statue of David."
Blah, Blah, Cum and Chicken Bone, and Open Window
by Jonathan Hayes, February 2005
"The "end" is a coloring book
slowly being filled in"
Teased, Jarret, and Lay of the Land
by Shane Allison, February 2005
"I'm going back home
to freeload off my parents,
get a job in the mall at The Tilt,
giving quarters to teenagers
who smell like dirt and bubblegum."
Squirrely, Technomancy, and Necromancy
by M. Andre Vancrown, February 2005
"My friends think I’m nuts.
I see squirrels everywhere I go.
They’re after me. "
love poem to no one, las vegas, and forgiveness
by Donna Kuhn, February 2005
"the tv is on like we’re allergic to the sun
wont shadows forget the day is over
should u shave yr head and be angry all the time"
emotional cardboard and The Theologist's Humor
by Dana Jerman, February 2005
"He makes a note to be poignant.
To tell the truth and the truth about
knowing the truth."
Retard and Drained
by NeBa, February 2005
"Loved the Mexican coffee
Loved the bread
Loved the jam
Loved the mistress inclination of your intellect"
lunch hour gangsta blues (or life imitates art once again), howard stern's directions for using the salvation machine in space, and life passes the comedian by
by Peter Magliocco, January 2005
"but remember how funny we were
in junior high, before blue humours
disgraced adolescent skins?"
the idiot, dreaming or bleeding, the disease, considered and halcyon
by John Sweet, January 2005
"these flags that mean nothing and
the fact that you would
die for them"
Kiss, Baby, the New Film, Like the Woman Wild to Have Calligraphy, and I Think of You Buried
by Lyn Lifshin, January 2005
"these notebooks could
be your skin. Now that
you’re dead, I can make
up what you want..."
real celebrity of anonymity and silence, later, uncertain this conversation ever actually took place at all, and Rot
by Marie Kazalia, January 2005
"too long uncertain
still not knowing
what words to grasp hold of
that tell the truth of feeling—"
