Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Metaphors for Life


We live in cracked houses
Paint peeling, floors squeaking
Ceilings leaking in the kitchen or the closet.

It's a metaphor, she said
For these bodies we live in -
Like how I hate my thighs or how she hates her hair.

And I never asked them over
Because the dishes are dirty
And the peeling tiles in the bathroom
Make me feel sick when I shower.

Which is why, she says, I will
Never ask you inside of me
Because my paint is peeling and
My floors squeak when you get close.



By Meredith Hilton

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Anthology


Rather, a withered

exocorpses collection,

a more practical tool,

no urge for needles

and pins to hold them

quiet and still.


By Cristiano Montanari

The Tea Cup Hills

The Tea Cup Hills steam up, the mist swirling above endless green. I walk the quiet trails forever thinking of the bodies piling up in ...