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A Bruegel in Vienna for a Friend in Kiev  by ROBERT GIBBONS

2 September 2002
Vol. 2, No. 3

Nothing reluctant, the singing,

the kissing, the blind

love in rhythm,

in sync with…

The Night Is Thinking and Eating  by NICK ANTOSCA

2 September 2002
Vol. 2, No. 3

Moths, crumpled scraps of beige-brown velvet,

discard themselves randomly

on the porch's chipped paint,

earnestly settling their brown wings.

Ruined Light Prologue  by NICK ANTOSCA

2 September 2002
Vol. 2, No. 3

Another summer Tuesday and I'm aimless,

sleepy in the dry backyard, mind occupied

by dreams of blotter acid and sodomy. When I

try to sit up, chest tingling where the heat baked it…

What She Insists On  by DANIEL SUMRALL

2 June 2002
Vol. 2, No. 2

…though only through language


communion exists, what language

is thought, language is thought

Thoughts While Reading Ashbery  by CHRIS SEMANSKY

2 June 2002
Vol. 2, No. 2

Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev's brain weighed 4.8 pounds

on the cutting room table, a Guinness record.


Human penises, erect, expand to five times their size.

Gravity  by CHRIS SEMANSKY

2 June 2002
Vol. 2, No. 2

Mitzi's eyes were large as nipples

in an ice storm, her lips quivery and thin

after the Russian steppe peasant fashion.

The Art of Practice  by RADAMES ORTIZ

2 June 2002
Vol. 2, No. 2

The bamboo reed divides

the evening into nine girls

practicing the dance of Changgu.

Cold Fire  by RADAMES ORTIZ

Once again, we find

ourselves under the

anarchy of starlight…

Billboards  by STEPHEN OLIVER

2 June 2002
Vol. 2, No. 2

Papers exchanged hands in the garden

at dawn, this much is known. The brotherhood

had gathered in the atrium a few days earlier.

Snapshots  by RUTH DAIGON

2 June 2002
Vol. 2, No. 2

The camera stores the hours when

everything returns to the right hand,

view finder matching patterns

of parents and children, shutter…

Missing  by RUTH DAIGON

2 June 2002
Vol. 2, No. 2

Cousins, strange in serious suits,

fold their hands on their laps

and sing old, familiar songs.

"I Feel Like We Grow Off of Each Other"  by ALLAN BOOTHE

2 June 2002
Vol. 2, No. 2

Without with I would still be

in the corner lamenting over the insignificances.


Talking causally to my artificial curios…

We had our first sex on a 70s era couch  by DANTE WOO

2 March 2002
Vol. 2, No. 1
prose poem

We had our first sex on a 70s era couch (while MTV's 'The Real World' played); it made my allergies go off—that's the reason I laid my head on your chest, because the cushion was giving me a rash.

We are taught to take care of each other,  by DANTE WOO

2 March 2002
Vol. 2, No. 1
prose poem

We are taught to take care of each other, that families are harsh places where people will tell you that you're fat or old looking, but also where those same folks will stand by you.

Acorns  by DANTE WOO

This hammock is strung for one, and it's so humid outside that we stink. If I concentrate, maybe I can weigh us down, till the netting is barely grazing the acorns below us. When we touch the ground I will orgasm. I'm preparing for it now, facing down while you sleep turned towards the sky, my breath moving your collar.

Pictures of Conquistadors  by CHARLES VALLE

2 March 2002
Vol. 2, No. 1

Jesus and Christopher lean close

Together, tiny fists

Clamping tight on plastic

Swords, their gold…

from A Silent Response  by CHARLES VALLE

2 March 2002
Vol. 2, No. 1

The karaoke bar was surreal. After the little punk kid sang

Michael Jackson's 'Beat It,' some fat guy with a beard

rallied the drunken troops for a version of 'God

Bless America' or something like that.

The Farm Sang for a Minute  by SHELLY REED

2 March 2002
Vol. 2, No. 1

Remember dad mad as a snake about

growing corn broken storm windows

and the farmhand who put wildflowers

and mirrors all through the barn

Polaroid of a Day In Progress  by SHELLY REED

2 March 2002
Vol. 2, No. 1

It's Sunday

A cold coffee growl in a kitchen

A girl brushing the color poison on the heart

               of the prisoner she paints

Finger Paint Me  by SHELLY REED

2 March 2002
Vol. 2, No. 1

I am a purple fashion model painting

latex smoke and metaphor

my rhythm nude and smeared like

our wild silhouettes and black & white sex…

After Jon Larrance's Nude on a Couch  by SHELLY REED

2 March 2002
Vol. 2, No. 1

Once I wrote your eyes

in the palm of my hand

while you were engaged

in the centering music.

Once I Was a Whore…  by KIMBERLY TOWNSEND PALMER

2 March 2002
Vol. 2, No. 1

…and it wasn't any big deal, but I knew

I'd crossed some line somewhere.

I wonder how many of us have,

without anyone ever guessing?

Gabrien Hits the Road  by MARK MELTON

2 March 2002
Vol. 2, No. 1

He was going to make a movie about it,

but the cost of film was too much.

From the Book of Opportune Moments  by MARK MELTON

2 March 2002
Vol. 2, No. 1

On my way home from work today

I met a man who didn't exist.

He showed me his two front teeth, grinning

as he held them up to my eyes.

 

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