Archive for April, 2008
Tuesday, April 29th, 2008
Dissipation
The sun lowered slowly behind a row of ten dark-clad figures. Their downcast eyes looked up occasionally to meet the beady, yellow glance of alligators skimming the surface of the lake. A car door slammed and high heels clopped across the wooden bridge. Tiny flecks of twilight leapt off the black water and flickered in [...]
1 Comment » - Tags: koop by Andrew Koop
Thursday, April 24th, 2008
The Fix
Bush
Clinton
Bush
Clinton
Don’t make it so
yo’ shrouded in know
Tho’ Iraq is Iraq
It’s better than Nam
Mainly, please no
McCain
Lord knows he’s
on that bus
Trusting in god,
guns, burning that oil
Nixon on steroids
McCain Mark IV
No Comments » - Tags: koop, poetry by Andrew Koop
Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008
Swag
Renting a van with two of your closest co-workers. Taking that 8-5 anxiety and compressing it — jamming it inside an 80-mile-per-hour overloaded grocery-go-getter.
The distinct aroma of greasy McDonald’s wrappers, the surround smell of styrofoam enriched coffee, and bladders on the turbulent brink.
Putter-purring engine, strip club billboards shouting, ‘FREE SHOWERS FOR TRUCKERS’, and silence.
We make [...]
1 Comment » - Tags: gonzo by Paul Kemp
Wednesday, April 16th, 2008
Bartholomew’s Place
Bartholomew’s Place
The man cradles his little boy in his arms.
Looks at the boy’s long lashes that shield eyes of a gas-flame blue that match his own.
Bartholomew.
Looks out the window at the night sky, lost in thought.
Lost.
Stroking the child’s blond wisps tenderly,
He wanders to parallel worlds,
To a place where he is, where Anne is.
There, it rains [...]
3 Comments » - Tags: Brijida, poetry by Brijida Prano
Sunday, April 13th, 2008
Penguin Perils
Beep…Beep…Beep…’Oh no,’ I inwardly groaned. It was my watch. ‘Always with the beeping.’ I thought unhappily. ‘Some day, I’ll figure out how to change that.’
I slowly and involuntarily made to get out of bed. The big problem was, I wasn’t lying on a bed. I opened my eyes and saw…sky? ‘That can’t be right,’ I [...]
6 Comments » - Tags: abby, gonzo by Abby Koop
Friday, April 11th, 2008
Rehab
i drove you there
not to this point
but to this place
she sat across from us
two scared men
asking those questions diligently
ticking them off one by one
i sat beside you
taking in your breath
equally proud and hesitant
are you?
did you?
have you?
how long?
Liquorpillscocainepotxtobacco?
finally
asked who i am to you
and you said “family”
s’funny how significant a blank space can become when it is [...]
1 Comment » - Tags: pajesus, poetry by Micheal Wood
Friday, April 11th, 2008
November
It was sixty-nine hours of pretending
there were sixty-nine minutes posing as truth
allowing sixty-nine moments of us
leaving sixty-nine times we said and unsaid everything and nothing
……….. a clandestine pair checking only one luggage
understanding the full meaning of terminal
carefully upholding our guises and half truths
not standing toooo close
aware of the length of each gaze
keeping the conversation hushed
but [...]
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Saturday, April 5th, 2008
Every Tree Has an Alpha Sloth
My deluxe and low-cal so-called microwave “Philly Pannini” was getting unsettlingly cold to the touch. Meanwhile, the receiver between my ear and shoulder was getting warmer. My temper was mysteriously in-check.
All I could do was smile and think of this as an inevitable conclusion — one last legendary University of Florida phone loop of logic. [...]
