Michele McDannold

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Name: Michele McDannold
Date registered: June 15, 2010

Latest posts

Underground report: denver. — July 7, 2013
Underground Pre-Report: Cleveland, Ohio. — July 7, 2013
Underground report: Carlinville, Illinois. — July 7, 2013
Underground Report: Jacksonville, Illinois. — July 7, 2013
E.E. Cummings — July 7, 2013

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Aug 15

There’s All Kinds Of Drugs

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

by Michele McDannold

by Catfish McDaris I was raking the yard, pulling the last skeletons of marigolds, foxtails & poppies, when I noticed A well dressed man walking toward me, he wore an unnatural grin, somewhere between wild euphoria & a lunatic insanity Figuring he had just smoked crack or snorted angel dust, I lifted my rake into …

Aug 15

Testing

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

by Michele McDannold

by Bud Smith while you’re in the bathroom taking the pregnancy test behind the aquamarine bathroom door you’ll be in a separate world of white porcelain tiles medicines that can’t cure you mirrors reflected in mirrors I’ll be out here barefoot on the orange hardwood floor folding t-shirts with pinhole burns from welding my black …

Aug 15

True Believer

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

by Michele McDannold

by Bud Smith i am the true believer i am the true believer give me a tuna fish sandwich a paper carton of yoohoo and the keys to the Chrysler i am the true believer i got hands custom molded to fit on your golden breasts on ripe golden apples and down your polyester pants …

Aug 15

Please Don’t Google My Name

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

by Michele McDannold

by Misti Rainwater-Lites I was little and didn’t know anything so They told me stuff. Mostly They told me about Three being One. There is a God, he’s the biggest, he’s the Daddy of them all. There is a son, he’s Jesus, a necessary pawn. There is a ghost called Holy Spirit that will come …

Aug 15

Bread & Circus

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

by Michele McDannold

by Michael Grover “Bread and Circuses” (or bread and games) (from Latin: panem et circenses) is a metaphor for a superficial means of appeasement. It was the basic Roman formula for the well-being of the population, and hence a political strategy unto itself. In the case of politics, the phrase is used to describe the …

Aug 15

Black Kite Poems #2

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

by Michele McDannold

by Michael Grover Made a little extra money over the weekend So today it is iced coffee & veggie pie Two people at the bar meet She sizes him up Where do you live He lives up the street It’s a safe part So the next inevitable question What do you do He works against …

Aug 15

Political Poem (If It Doesn’t Have A Soul)

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

by Michele McDannold

by Michael Grover In the name of freedom They spread oppression People fight for freedom People die for freedom As if it were more than a word A thought someone put in their head Maybe they just needed a job Because the future looks bleak I remember the recruiting billboards in West Philly Besides those …

Aug 15

economics for bystanders

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

by Michele McDannold

by Carl Miller Daniels tie-dye the corrosive elements of society. bring them down with big hay-filled barns. the kind of hay that’s golden yellow, with threads of silver and streaks of rubicon, after caesar crossed that goddamn river. social norms and balances are something worth preserving, keeping the youth on the right track, make-shift solutions …

Aug 15

communications satellite

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

by Michele McDannold

by Carl Miller Daniels knuckles crackling and toes tingling, the sexy naked athletic big-dicked teenage boy lifted a big bale of hay from a stack in the barn and tossed that bale of hay against the wall. it hit with a thud and fell onto the floor. “not bad,” the sexy naked athletic big-dicked teenage …

Aug 15

Make it Feel True

Categories:

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

by Michele McDannold

by Misti Rainwater-Lites Write me and tell me I am fierce with reality I am star strong and night deep and I don’t have to keep all these books and lipsticks and ironic t-shirts to be interesting. Write me and tell me I am so pretty in the eye so sweet in the song you …