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Written by Jennifer Garcia
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In all these things there
Is the presence of light, but
Light must not be in it to be
A true thing.
In every room there is nothing,
But there is light.
The light goes home quickly.
Light is a zipper that goes down
The road.
Light has many categories: mom-light,
Tree-light, paper-light, baby-light,
Orange-light, shoe-light, and
Walk-light.
These are different than real
Lights: Mexican-Light and soy-light.
Light walks in no time at all.
It goes like “mmm, yes.”
Light is in tables. Light is
Easy like smooth pressure.
Light is afraid like all creatures,
And historical. More historical
As it moves. -- Jennifer Garcia lives in Ashland, Oregon and blogs at http://nosingingatthetable.blogspot.com. More of her work can be seen in Abraham Lincoln #4. |
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Written by Brian Foley
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Descent
A man who is a smell
picks me up
places me in
a deep reclining chair
where I am reluctant
to mourn
unwilling to light
the room
for the spectacle
of ants
a dark concussion
silently crossing
the moors
of my continent Over
without worry
the somber city
reduced to rubble
we breathe in easy
harvest lung cancer
from past buildings
snap the wishbone
beams & tendrils
structure collapse
against our will
but happily so
yet pulling away
a tooth remains
in the skin
of apple
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Three poems from Lacey Hunter |
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Written by Lacey Hunter
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(William Carlos Williams) Making Love Inside an Owl
In the dark they will
catch two kinds of needing.
Chained up by pubic hair-
I pass by with my camera.
They say, "let's make love
in the sand box, in the ocean, at
Global Warming conferences-" me
without a life-vest, them stranded
in love.
They sound like two tambourines
orgasming as I duck
behind bushes. . .capturing.
(William Carlos Williams) Bearing His Potent Chest A tubelike man sits in an abused way while another tells him of the ghetto benefits for soft females who have big teeth- who eat fish upside-down while reciting the story of the Star- of-Bethlehem. Their breathing forgets everything there is to fibers- there is to flight. A Bohemian father fosters within them the scent of nests to prolong nightfall. Now then inside a mitten- inside a deck of cards while ripening the tomato the females' anthem goes along with a titter- now there beside you the beeping of gas as old men pant. Them there sitting making a profit off of mint flavored toes- high up on the bonfire- them big and flat and of moth complexion.
(William Carlos Williams) Beaten by a Beauty-Shop Owner What happens in the absence of John Wayne? do the jawbones of fawns across the world break where once the ambiance of beaches tasted of ash and the dancing- We enjoyed the dancing- the aching. Sweet and beaten, he chewed every canyon and every face that cheated the cat. --
Lacey Hunter lives in Ashland, Oregon where she studies the art of "invisible poetry." She is the current editor of West Wind Review. More of her work can be found at jubilatedrain.blogspot.com. |
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Written by J.D. Nelson
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Tuesday, 06 January 2009 06:05 |
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ancient calculations
trajectories
we speak in darkness
at dawn I disappear
for another project
without walls
without my galoshes -- J. D. Nelson (b.1971) experiments with words and sound in his subterranean laboratory. His bizarre poems and experimental texts have appeared in many small press and underground publications. Visit www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. His audio experiments (recorded under the name OWL BRAIN ATLAS) are online at www.OwlNoise.com. His video art is online at youtube.com/OWLNOISE. J. D. lives in Colorado, USA. |
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Written by J.D. Nelson
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Tuesday, 06 January 2009 05:31 |
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CATALOG CARL: Gimme a bag of them Los Angeles Raiders Skittles – I wanna taste the Silver & Black rainbow!
WHOSO EVERETT: Belty Orion has a bag for you – meet him later w/ a laser.
CATALOG CARL: Hey, lookit that squirrel in the lil' Sgt. Pepper uniform!
WHOSO EVERETT: Butter up your algebra, Carl. You've been put on notice. --
J. D. Nelson (b.1971) experiments with words and sound in his subterranean laboratory. His bizarre poems and experimental texts have appeared in many small press and underground publications. Visit www.MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. His audio experiments (recorded under the name OWL BRAIN ATLAS) are online at www.OwlNoise.com. His video art is online at youtube.com/OWLNOISE. J. D. lives in Colorado, USA.
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