Barking Trees – by Josh Brown
The trees talk to me “Hey, fucker,” They whisper What the hell? I don’t know what to tell them Maybe fuck off But no I don’t want those trees to die I love them No matter how rude They bark at me.
April Showers – Ray Scanlon
So little does it take to mitigate the horrors of IRS Form 1040, a spider in the mailbox, or repeatedly snagging pinkie toe on errant elastic while slithering one’s foot into a recalcitrant sock: Cheryl’s swift soft peck on the temple as I type at the computer, Bach’s Ascension Oratorio with the volume at 11, spring’s first dandelion. Anticipating […]
Toilet Seat Request – by Cathryn Shea
I demand that it be left down, which from then on it is and like an unspoken settlement, on it from then on piss is.
time to buy a new brand of spirit gum – by Maureen Kingston
you deplete me : unpleat me : I’m lost lord : help me : help me : o : for christ’s sake : (for my sake) : I tell you : woman : stop praying : get off your knees : stop lifting your mouth to big G god : or : if you must […]
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