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untitled  by CARRIE BENNETT & KEVIN MCLELLAN

30 January 2010
Vol. 9, No. 4
poetry

not sure. the sun. but we knew.

the afternoons became burdens.

something to throw away late

at night. along with certain

perishables. under the yellowing

light the pickle jar. then morning

peeled peaches. then a still

afternoon.

After Phosphorescence  by NELLIE BELLOWS & KEVIN MCLELLAN

27 January 2010
Vol. 9, No. 4
poetry

A smack of jellyfish gelatinizes

the beach: man-o-war


blue bottles pop from hot

sand: tide churns these alien


bodies: we wonder why we

gather and destruct

Dear Animal Collective—  by SIMONE MUENCH & PHILIP JENKS

29 May 2009
Vol. 9, No. 1
poetry

Your skin's gone Mahler. I'm a toxin in your throbbing,


I'm spindle to your tumble & speak fluent blue heron


& not just with the radio, no. The white-handed gibbon


goading the night resounds in caged stages.

Or Not  by JESSY RANDALL & DANIEL M. SHAPIRO

28 March 2008
Vol. 8, No. 1
poetry

I wield a potent vocabulary. You're pulchritudinous. I napped

through English class. You know. Like. Um. Ah. You're hot.


Do you remember what I said, that night in the car?

You don't? Me neither. But at the time, it was true.

Dear with Extremes of Thirst and Pain  by ADRIAN LURSSEN & SUSAN TICHY

14 December 2007
Vol. 7, No. 4
poetry

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.

Echolalia Four: Brazil  by TODD FREDSON & SARAH VAP

Yeats found patterns in the rhythm of a place, changes in pitch,            the boat is a song—it is locations.

Echolalia Three: Colombia  by TODD FREDSON & SARAH VAP

Since you've got a girl thats a friend, I haven't heard much of anything from you and had assumed you dead until Toni mentioned something about vancouver…

Echolalia Two: Peru  by TODD FREDSON & SARAH VAP

You say you are learning how to ask for things. I am learning how to do the things I ask for—

Begin to confuse, to confess, your stories with the stories of someone else, stories you were told there, that you were there to hear.

Echolalia One: Gathering in South America  by TODD FREDSON & SARAH VAP

Dear Mom and Dad. We fly to Lima, Peru on Tues. Everyone says the airport there is the worst in the world and guarantees we'll get robbed. So, we're keeping our passports in our undies…

 

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