My Body Rescues Me When my mind is heavy as rain clouds, when I have lost my way in a paralytic depression, my legs come to rescue me. Block after block, mile after mile, my feet flying across pavement, my worries grow light and lighter. Automatic as a wind-up toy, my legs carry me away …
Category: In Conversation
Mar 01
Election Night by Johnny Cordova
Election Night —November 7, 2000 I do my best to ignore the U.S. government but I was listening to the results coming in through my car radio as I made the drive from Oakland to Arizona the exit polls were saying Democrat and then it was too close to call and then Republican maybe and …
Feb 28
The Dance by Strider Marcus Jones
The Dance pull the roof off knock the walls down touch the forest climb those mountains and smell the sea again. watch how life decomposes in death going back to land to reform and be reborn as something and someone else. there’s no great secret to it all. no need to overthink it through food …
Feb 28
Night Science by Zak Mucha
Night Science Day science is what they tell us we want and what we should want for maximum productivity and manifested potential and to be certain of all outcomes before we even start to enhance gut biomes, clear brain fog and grow hair exactly where we want it. As if a deck of cards could …
Feb 27
2 poems by Rich Boucher
DayGlo Dice Roll #1: Synthwave Blue The Rev. Shaw Moore, that uptight preacher from Footloose happens to run into Andie from Pretty in Pink and things don’t go well because he can’t deal with a woman who knows herself because you can’t give a baby Jolt Cola because sycamores don’t grow upside down because a …
Feb 26
Tesla In A McDonald’s Parking Lot by Michael D. Grover
Tesla In A McDonald’s Parking Lot (A History Lesson From Walking The Dog} There’s a Tesla in the McDonald’s parking lot I guess rich people need food too I guess Tesla never wanted an elitist status symbol Named after him No, Nicola Tesla was a man of the people He wasn’t a right wing, snob …
Feb 26
Human by Jonathan S Baker
Human A mail carrier, age 45, divorced, living in the midwest, enjoys contemporary folk rock, has a dog, smokes cigarettes, doesn’t drink, susceptible to hypnotic suggestion, full head of hair, blue eyes, 6 foot tall, a bit overweight, kind of jumpy, preoccupied with the fear that he is subconsciously driven by deep seated racial bias, …
Feb 25
THE POLISH HAMMER POETRY CORNER: Just Another Casualty of the Industrial Revolution by Karl Koweski
The Polish Hammer Poetry Corner Just Another Casualty of the Industrial Revolution I didn’t set out to be a factory worker. Near as I can remember, I didn’t set out to be much of anything. I knew I was poor. I knew most every path would entail working for a living, likely existing paycheck …
Feb 24
2 poems by Juliet Cook
Doll Fingers with Bloody Scrap Metal Nails I’ve had enough of your lighthearted positivity. There’s nothing light about this. Nothing light about four or more years of dismantled life. More missing fingers, broken off and hidden. My middle finger is still intact for now. Invasive Glimmers Maybe it only existed inside my mind was …
Feb 23
2 poems by Oz Hardwick
Generative In 2074, the steely French Procurator finds his voice, adjusts his deaf-aid, and embraces his multitudinous deficiencies like a whale embraces blubber. He is, like all officials, a product of poorly-maintained AI, his role defined by inept committee, his decisions built from ill- considered prompts and inane questions. His synapses are faulty brake lights …
