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Poem: "Ice and Fog", notebooks, Jim Stallings
Ice and fog And thaw Drip the landscape. Mystery, it must be, With detectives Prowling in hip boots, Their flashlights darting Into crevices— For what lost soul Or now…body: Decomposing into hideous g… more →
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Scheats Simply Sketched Lapel.
scheat6sense wrote 13 hours ago: Scheat can be found in the hollow opening between idea and action; inspiration and use. If an artist … more →
Briefly Bizarre goes on Indefinate Hold
rich wrote 23 hours ago: When Scott and I started this press, we had the rudimentary plans for the books we wanted to do in 2 … more →
The Rifle of St. Augustine
Jack wrote 2 days ago: Half a decade of decadence and the target seems further away. Shackles built from hot-croix and fett … more →
Do Not Give Me Things Unbroken
ebsiegel wrote 2 days ago: I thought it might be fun to write stories about some of Ricky Riccio’s individual assignments that … more →
The haunting
maria gornell wrote 4 days ago: Melancholic siren songs hum a haunting appearing like thieves in night to boudoir. Sweeping walls er … more →
Poem: "Ice and Fog", notebooks, Jim Stallings
fiction4life wrote 4 days ago: Ice and fog And thaw Drip the landscape. Mystery, it must be, With detectives Prowling in hip boots, … more →
Poem: "Snow, Sleet, Ice", notebooks, Jim Stallings
fiction4life wrote 1 week ago: Snow, sleet, ice Thawed, frozen again Into sheets bubbled With air from last week— Dusted lightly Wi … more →
Poem: "Convention Dictates", notebooks, Jim Stallings
fiction4life wrote 1 week ago: Convention dictates He began… And then lost his way. Reprehensible, his buddy said, Have you no resp … more →
In the absence of wing.
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maria gornell wrote 1 week ago: It remains here peaking outwards this solitary melancholy. Morose and rambling at the walls with the … more →
Poem: "A Piece of Sky", notebooks, Jim Stallings
fiction4life wrote 1 week ago: A piece of sky Cut by a diamond Dropped on a plate Blessed by a goddess Whose kisses press My noddin … more →
A Note on Poetry
Owen wrote 2 weeks ago: I don’t usually understand poetry. Every now and then I’ll run across a poem I enjoy, but in genera … more →
Poem: "Who’s In Charge Here?", notebooks, Jim Stallings
fiction4life wrote 2 weeks ago: Who’s in charge here? What’s with bedlam And broken bones— Look, Do I have to—? No, I didn’t think s … more →
Poem: "Against This Sleet", notebooks, Jim Stallings
fiction4life wrote 2 weeks ago: Against this sleet Have you no hope? Why the cower? Why the limp? Cripple in retreat Even now as bom … more →
Dedicated to Alpha Twain
Jack wrote 2 weeks ago: Buried under beaten earth, you tread the world in moose-fleshed false transgressions. I cherish ever … more →
Karen Volkman is a Better Poet than We
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Sean Lovelace wrote 2 weeks ago: Karen Volkman does things with words, I don’t know how. Like lots of people can write about ki … more →
Karen Volkman is a Better Poet than We
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Sean Lovelace wrote 2 weeks ago: Karen Volkman does things with words, I don’t know how. Like lots of people can write about ki … more →
Dedicated to Mint Hinged Garden
Jack wrote 2 weeks ago: Pressed between tooth, cloth and questionable liquids, there was an apprehension. Understandably so. … more →
Response to the Sea Beyond the Night
Jack wrote 2 weeks ago: We dreamed for home port, but remained lost in the currents. You see, we set our longitude on minute … more →
The Apocalypse of Cap
Jack wrote 2 weeks ago: I am accosted on dual fronts by twin loves. I hate my hands, and my scars embarrass me. I believe th … more →
