Cecelia Chapman

Papa Osmubal "Poverty"

I saw a handful of dead cockroaches/ on the floor this morning./ You must have filled the house/ with your endless litany of dammits’ and ‘bullshits’/ while chasing them with last week’s paper/ you borrowed next door for the purpose.

Sophia Kidd "dance a line"

i get stuck thinkin' of words/ and meanings of you and of him/ the smell of leaf/ on dirt

Kenneth Mulvey "Contagion necessaries: sensorial numb"

reach into pocket/ for a light/ to find I pissed/ myself again

Cecelia Chapman "Dream"A short movie

James Dilworth "Pamela in the Spring"

I can't talk in the human way, I tried to learn without success. I could only watch her day after day, as the seasons began to change and the world grew colder.

Andy Riverbed "The lost art of visualization"

Now that I think about it;/ I’ve realized I don’t like poetry/ and I don’t like literature; I/ hate movies and music is nauseating;/ my job is a boring mind-/ numb