You need friends
by Justin Hyde
henry miller's
on the computer
whacking off to
hairy beaver porn.
The Dialer
by Julie Ann Shapiro
1.
I found the Dialer disguised as beach glass. I don't
know who possessed who first. It's like the chicken or the egg parable
both happened. I became enchanted with each dot on its surface.
THOSE MORNINGS
by Lyn Lifshin
Chill Vermont September
air, a closet full of new
clothes I knew would neverlook as good on me as on
the thin girls. When I stood
at the barre in ballet, myplump thighs kissed
each other. “Fatty” burned
my face like “Kike.” Or
the horror when Mr Deweyweighed each student,
blurted out the numbers,
the pounds thru 7th grade
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.
The
Mob by Doug Draime
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...
Spudadelic
by Jeff Crouch
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.
Beerwigs
by George Anderson
1. A canoe full
of moose meat
2. Beerwigs
3. The Great Vodka Massacre
4. The Bootlegger & the Professor
5. Puke-O-Gram
Visual
Art by Claudio Parentela
Poverty
by Papa Osmubal
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.
dance
a line by Sophia Kidd
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
Dilworth
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.
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.
Dream
by Cecelia Chapman
A short
movie
