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
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 …
Aug 15
There’s All Kinds Of Drugs
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
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
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
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
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
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)
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
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 …