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The Nine Little Goblins  by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY

27 October 2007
Vol. 7, No. 3
poetry, classic, rhyme

They all climbed up on a high board fence—

Nine little Goblins, with green-glass eyes—

Nine little Goblins that had no sense,

And couldn't tell coppers from cold mince pies;

And they all climbed up on the fence, and sat—

And I asked them what they were staring at.

Broken Sonnet to the Building Super  by ASH BOWEN

Mr. Fix-It, you're no passkey Schneider,

eager to put your key in my Julie.

Oh, but say the word, my big star lucky —

I'll curtsey like a love-hungry spider.

Just Curious  by JAMES C. HENDERSON

11 August 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
poetry

…a third-grader with cornrows in her hair

and skin the color of walnut, asks me:

"Is it true that men always want

to know what women are thinking?"

Jenny Kiss'd Me  by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT

12 December 2005
Vol. 5, No. 4
poetry, classic, rhyme

Jenny kiss'd me when we met,

   Jumping from the chair she sat in;

Time, you thief, who love to get

   Sweets into your list, put that in!

Let Us Drink and Be Merry  by THOMAS JORDAN

19 November 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
poetry, classic, rhyme

Let us drink and be merry, dance, joke, and rejoice,

With claret and sherry, theorbo and voice!

The Dead Dolly  by MARGARET VANDERGRIFT

31 August 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2
poetry, classic, rhyme

You needn't be trying to comfort me,

I tell you my Dolly is dead!

There's no use in saying she isn't

With a crack like that in her head.

Growing Pains  by C. L. BLEDSOE

9 May 2005
Vol. 5, No. 1
poetry

Mother lying on the couch coughing fire,

the death of applause. Father puddled on the floor,


paycheck spent on modeling glue. Sisters, brothers.

Burn the couch, the television…

Peter Sellers  by MICHAEL ESTABROOK

2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
poetry

…this morning I was

surprised

to see

my wife

looked like

Peter Sellers.

8 guppies died  by MICHAEL ESTABROOK

2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
poetry, prose poem

in a pale yellow Tupperware bowl on the way into Boston…

I Believe in Miracles  by SCOTT BAILEY

2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
poetry

since regaining all my faith

in aerosols,


sweet whipped cream for instance.

Old Dog, New Trick  by JACK CONWAY

2 September 2003
Vol. 3, No. 3
poetry, prose poem

Man walks into a bar with his dog and says to the bartender, "You wanna buy this dog? He recites poetry."

Visualize Being Towed  by CRALAN KELDER

2 December 2002
Vol. 2, No. 4
poetry

said the sign

in the parking lot


Or Frogs

Sparse Beauty  by CRALAN KELDER

2 December 2002
Vol. 2, No. 4
poetry

After a bath

my very clean ass

Brautigan's Guts  by MATTHEW W. SCHMEER

2 September 2002
Vol. 2, No. 3
poetry

Hey, Richard,

the rug

got dirty…

 

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