A little of this, a dab that, we dish out our frustrations through asthmatic breaths. Mine are served up lightly seared with mint garnish of leafy discontent in a raspberry coulisse of delicate rage. Yours boil and pop in a single constant earthen pot, simmering silently most of the time, now and then bubbling up … Read more
“The thing is that if you form bubbles, then you are liable to come up with more than one bubble. And these bubbles are likely to collide. And this will give rise to inhomogeneous universe. And that is not consistent with what we observe today.” – Stephen Hawking And I watch the summer people in … Read more
Shielded from a westward sun that could burn Through ripply glass circa 1899 Mandy the puppy buried open, no urn Covered above in sweet pea vine The shadows of Cottonwood trickle and turn White soft stars of dandelion Fall in the shade of the big red barn Next to a Kern’s jar filled with turpentine … Read more
Single. Female. Dine alone. Free tea. Free cookie. Your guilt. Still nice. My solitude. Cookie. – Fried Egg. One not two. With yolk. Eat alone. One toast. …No butter. Pan holds two, Table seats two. Double yolk egg. Lucky day About the Author: Voluntarily removed from parochial school in the 4th grade over sexual content … Read more
I See Gay People (click here to open up in Quicktime) About Dale Madison Dale Madison knew he was a performer since his first grade appearance in “Jimmy and the Sleep Fairies.” He received his first on screen film credit on the original 1988 John Waters movie, Hairspray. As project manger of the Men of … Read more
As a dandelion In Her Majesty’s lawn I cannot bow I was born erect My use a child’s butter chin game Whether Prince or gardener’s daughter My fate is of the ruler of the green In age I grow gray And shatter in the wind May my greens Taste good … Read more
I am scared to step over the edge of the pier I tell myself When I get there I will be happier When I get there I won’t remember feeling bad When I get there I’ll have more control I tell myself to not look back … Read more
Everyone is leaning forwards as though the wind is dragging them backwards through the day, but the cars are inching ahead, barely moving, but in a hurry to reach another ending that you wouldn’t find in a fairy tale. People going the same direction have never before gotten … Read more
They were too overwhelmed by the sight of decaled media vans and fiending paparazzi rising up the hillside, one cocked elbow at a time. A man from Hong Kong, along with a woman from Denmark and a teenager from Paramus, New Jersey all watched the spectacle from their cell phones as they each spent one … Read more
I fear being like her and I am like her the critical part that wants to hurt the other render them helpless and needy no one measuring up, everything falling short like the woman on the news who bit the nose of the pitbull that attacked her retriever (really happened) I like to break skin, … Read more
See the crane sleeping It’s neck sways when the wind blows Please don’t fall on me Homeless Jack mines gems Paris Hilton is his love Their genie said so Sidewalk weed grows tall See the green leaves reach for sun I stomp it down flat About the Author: Born Seattle 1968. There really isn’t much … Read more
This is the sound of losing myself: the drips of continuous rain as it disperses itself along the wet ground, *** Where Costa Rican vines, like syringes, suck the water (tender roots like a child *** sucking upon a nipple, absorbing the minerals, the liquid of … Read more
–Whidbey Island, Washington Yesterday I left the cave to shine in the sun, like the sun, a sauna of feelings, pores open, and out dripped sweat, cum, I walked, breathed, took in, rounded curves, crossed roadway, stuck to my little patch of shoulder, harbored by the white line as cars hurled past to the future … Read more
i want to wake up no more walking on my knees first time in my life i want to be in a church smelling old oiled wood worn red velvet warming my cold face *** i want to wake up no more sleep walking zombie through the subway the park the dinners with friends i … Read more
my chin sinking slow in mud faint smell of urine, firecrackers and the beginning of life i begin to understand the centipedes, slugs, earthworms, roots why ants are called armies and why the earth swallows its dead half in half out my skull sprouting scottish moss i hear the world breathe -slow and steady- i … Read more
fill my shoes with flowers bury me upside down my hair will sprout roots my skin will split cocoon * don’t forget to water me * through the earth i will crawl eyes sealed shut swan dive in the mud slowly * don’t forget to weed me * learn the language of the slimy things … Read more
Shoreline sounds: ice breaking, crashing, splashing penguins squawking, and the ghostly songs of whales. *** Inland there is only the ice, groan-like sounds as slowly it shifts, buckling against itself. Fissures open and the dark of these chasms dots the snow. *** Below volcanoes erupt lava hisses and steams. Above snow clouds and storms. *** … Read more
Intelligent design is mamma nature’s cool improv. *** In the grand composition from amoeba to man, big mama nature improvises like a jazzman playing his riff. A jazzman flows with the notes, taps out rhythms, yet varies that first fugal theme, by blowing a horn, fingering a keyboard, strumming on strings, and always on … Read more
In the city there can be no pristine nature. Too many of us, too much is needed. The thickest bush, the densest clump of trees, the tallest grass, are adorned by ubiquitous scraps of discarded paper and plastic. And the roots of all plants grow amid beer cans. Moldy newspapers proclaim human events in this … Read more
Destined to be past repetition of that inanity assailing us, I ponder meanings of conditional consciousness in nutshells still uncracked. *** All this while doing my laundry on a hazy mid-summer’s day, for a moment apart from the unseen aberrations waiting for us all. *** Far from California wildfires or relentless Southern hurricanes plunging … Read more
We sit alone and watch the waves. We see the working of the wind; it flips the waves and whips them back, throws their spume into the air, sends the wayward, scattered spray flying up into the air. We stare at silken waves of glass which rise and fall, rise and fall and … Read more
seeds now mutant can no longer comprehend how evolution works *** About the Author: Born and raised in Astoria, Queens, Mickey Z. is the author of 5 non-fiction books and his novel, CPR for Dummies, will be published by Raw Dog Screaming Press later this year. He can be found on … Read more
God could be an illusion and reincarnation or resurrection could be a flat stone in your hand on a stony river bank and then thrown and if done correct will go skipping across the water and the water could be an illusion as the stone touches and if done correct will be … Read more
It feels I’ve dropped into a Charles Wright poem: it’s Maundy Thursday, April, a fluke snow on the 38th parallel—just past the time we put our scarves and thick socks away—coats with heavy flakes the pink redbuds, makes jagged and weights the tender green leafbuds of every broadleaf just unfolding and threatens what daffodils remain; … Read more
When the eye sees beauty, the hand wants to draw it.Wittgenstein *** What happened, what impulse did I obey, at the top of that monument, that rock, that moved me to spill my seed, to call from depths like a kraken of joy my weedy salt? Poor, unsuspecting slug at my boots— poor cloud-broke … Read more
