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The important words are underlined by Maurice Oliver
Did I ever tell you about the time oil from/ a leaky canister seeped into my thoughts/ then expressed its dissatisfaction with my/ sexual life.
Nonesuch Dreams and Wills by Ray Succre
Her discovery of him will also be gradual/ [X=X+1]; she does not startle anymore./ She has been alive [cavity] before.
He: How we gonna do it?
She: Don’t ask me, you’re the one with the gun
He: Can’t use the gun.
She: Why?
He: Never bought any bullets...visual art centered around one dietary staple
Sometimes Suicidal by Aimee DeLong
Sometimes a suicidal person fixes her hair. Sometimes she looks in the mirror to smooth it. Sometimes she goes four days without washing it.
Last Night at Southport by Justin Hyde
tell her i'm a butterfly
with sixteen wings
beating in
succinct
anarchy.Categorical Imperatives by Maurice Oliver
Try to imagine a small room where the only/ furniture is a TV. The TV has a hundred/ channels and two sets of memories.
1. A canoe full of moose meat
2. Beerwigs
3. The Great Vodka Massacre
4. The Bootlegger & the Professor
5. Puke-O-GramVisual Art by Claudio Parentela
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.
i get stuck thinkin' of words/ and meanings of you and of him/ the smell of leaf/ on dirt
Contagion necessaries: sensorial numb by Kenneth Mulvey
reach into pocket/ for a light/ to find I pissed/ myself again
Pamela in the Spring by James DilworthI 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.
The lost art of visualization by Andy Riverbed
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.
A short movie
Oh My
What I Don't Know about What I Know
Did Coltrane eat eggs or oatmeal for breakfast?
Did Robert Frost masturbate with his left hand or his right?
Do you really care about me?
Remembrance
the cruelest scent is the lonely fragrance of your
cologne when you are
years away.
Marissa Allen is a writer with surrealist leanings and an empty black purse full of positrons.
