Dear with Extremes of Thirst and Pain
14 December 2007
Vol. 7, No. 4
poetry, collaboration
First eyelids and lips are closed, then open. Now, open eyes appear unseeing. A kind of dreaming.
For thousands of years people have carried their faces this way, one by one, only on their heads.
Under these conditions nothing is harder to control than reason. You babble without speaking,
march into the desert without water. We will die tomorrow, the day after at the latest.
Fourth Song of the Child Soldiers
25 October 2007
Vol. 7, No. 3
poetry, editors' select
Case of ditto for eating meat.
Copper rings for arms and
Above the knee. Arm rings
Made from Elephant's teeth.
Ditto ditto for eating meat.
First Song of the Child Soldiers
23 October 2007
Vol. 7, No. 3
poetry
Here lies a bicycle. Here lies
A shoe. Here sand or ash or
Fingertips and from your Mama
Comes a tune; sound like water…
from above
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
poetry
or you may arrive by helicopter
(a way to kiss over paperwork)
