Michele McDannold

by James D Quinton for a Monday night the place was fairly packed we paid the two pound entry fee to the tie-dye skirt wearing woman at the door and found a table before we could order a beer a video projected on the back wall came on it was a swirling montage of vague …

Aug 15

India Ink

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archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #1 - Moral Panic, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

by Frankie Metro Wet Blots 2 headless men & one envious straggler carry their skinny bones along a road whose darker sides vary, depending upon the weight of the hand. you can almost make out Adobe white clay glowing in the smokey chest of some god w/o a tongue & the branches of a burning …

Aug 15

Geneology

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archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #1 - Moral Panic, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

by David Blaine Dewey came home to introduce everyone to his fiancé, a flapper girl from the city. He was driving a new Ford and his fancy shoes and wool topcoat let the family know that he’d been doing OK. He’d obtained the three things he’d left for: A good job, a decent car and a …

Aug 15

I Am Not Here

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archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #1 - Moral Panic, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

by Wayne Mason Meditative beast gnawing the be bop plasticity smiling through the orgasms with detachment and re-invention Confusion had slowly inadvertently gone miles back railing skies of stale gray longing and paradox Ecstasy comes with utter misery infinitely plastic disposable highways and sad realization That I am not here

Aug 15

Shredding The Sun

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archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #1 - Moral Panic, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

by Wayne Mason Fields of American motion street voice sidewalk outside alienated sutras shredding the sun in favor of moonlight Amid hazy unrealized dreams driving through bleak multitudes displacing reality came a thousand desolate hungered blue stories Sputtering swirling benders motionless singing cheap guitars destroying vast purgatories with feng shui of blood and poems Splintered …

Aug 15

CEOs

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archives, Citizens for Decent Literature, Issue #1 - Moral Panic, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

by Alan Britt Perhaps they spin counterclockwise whenever they need to, then clockwise on a dime, plus all the wises in-between. Navigating by atoms & gravity, understood as a freak of natural power, as most powers appear to be a freak of something, navigating by blistering atoms without exploding them & winning hand in marriage …