A Stare at the Ordinary
by Ray Succre
They sleep with others, a barnhouse cackle affair, the cross-contamination of their groins swathed by mucoprotein and grunty fungal copulations.Un-breeders in condoms and foams, the tab A slot B scarecrow blush of shr
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Two Poems
by Ray Succre
Oinky  Beneath how the whims are said,and saying an overcurrent to the point,until full physic night has plasteredthe sufficiently great things,the baser intima commands him buildmuc
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Found Poem from Poems I Wrote (October 05)
by Dustin Nightingale
The rain on the roof like a thousand dull beaks.The last truck stop back with your fingernails.No hand ever raised in anger or love.   April 23, 2007
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Snow
by Jeannine Pitas
     One November afternoon- two days before Thanksgiving - it started to snow and kept on snowing. I was sitting in the back of my trigonometry class, attempting to graph cosines but turning every five seconds to my left, watc
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Found Poem from Poems I Wrote (May 05)
by Dustin Nightingale
I’ve seen angels, and they aren’t spectacular.They’re small, and ill watered. Willing to leave.And who could sleep, ever, knowing they can out drink their father? Your van, illegally parked
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Found Poem from Poems I Wrote (October 04)
by Dustin Nightingale
In the aisle of misted red bell peppers,persimmons and pomegranates, we buy three of each. In the evening gown of October, our tongues little deserts. Tell the tale of the softened pecans and pavonine cabbageof your a
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Everything You Wanted
by Kip Conlon
Am I hit? Check the others. See to my brothers, I can wait, I feel sure. I will endure. A prelude to peace, perhaps everlasting, the conflict will cease, the convicts stop fasting.   A lo
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Found Poem from Poems I Wrote (July 05)
by Dustin Nightingale
You can become any company producing ball bearings in space. You must be able to crawl to your bed without anything following you. There is a moth fluttering in the reflection of the coyote&rsq
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Eulogy
by Selena Frederick
I step up to the podium quickly, afraid to slow down, that I'll stop altogether. Various members of the collegium are trying not to cry--a sound that has always been more miserable to me than any deep wailing. Four steps up, three over, a plac
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Found Poem from Poems I Wrote (January 06)
by Dustin Nightingale
His silence was like repeating a word until it loses all meaning. Because I didn’t want to live in the moment but an oil painting of the moment.   Maybe you holding a ham like a violin. Whi
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