Its refuge was
removed
thrown away
and picked up by
a stranger
who then hung it on a wall.
By Kimberley Ruth
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
CARNIVAL
velocity and glow,
a kaleidoscopic adventure
and screams of glee
heard 'round the grounds
duets with the singing carousel
which spins to horse's gallop
toward the house of mirrors
reflecting shadowy silhouettes
of our clandestine embrace.
Dozens of you touching me
hundreds of times.
By Michael Keshigian
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
The New Sonnet
I felt the hair of God brush lightly against my riot teeth
and I spit it out.
Nobody likes hair in their mouth.
Just think of the feeling.
By Austin Givens
Clock
Face is the wrong word.
You are the round white ass
of time, mooning me from the desk.
By Joel Solonche
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Mid Despair a Poem
a proser's bribed essay inane,
a preacher's barbed broadcast asides.
among the jilted tires,
rusted weeds,
distilled diapers and accidental destiny -
a clutch of lilies surprises.
By Jamie Cavanagh
Friday, February 6, 2009
One of the Ha-Ha's from Staball Hill
Ballyheigue
County Kerry
Ireland
That man over there with his head
in the well, each thumb
in a fob, and his arse in the air
like a zeppelin at moor, if he
can write poems the Ha-Ha's will read,
all of the Ha-Ha's, no matter the breed,
even the Ha-Ha's from Old Staball Hill, if he
can write poems, then poems he will.
By Donal Mahoney
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Forgiven
tip-tap joyfully,
cautiously,
on sad silver fence poles.
Big beaks clamping closed in this cold,
waiting for hot, wet drips on the cement.
I've seen where your feathers fall.
By Lindsay Haslem
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Arianna (V)
Dreams are soft, Cameron my uncle's
knuckles are vapor in dreams my throat
doesn't burn when I scream
even a falcon's talons can't hurt me but reality
is abrasive concrete pebble-izes knee skin
when we fall
in love it feels good or it hurts so I guess
she meant I don't dream enough?
by Cameron Conaway
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