Posted on October 30, 2011
Utah man updated Facebook status during standoff -Associated Press
The pigs got me hogtied, homies. I'm barricaded in a Mormon
Jason likes Young Guns II .
Good lookin' out, Tony. I knew those bushes outside the window
Jason has added 2 new photos the album Clyde and unwilling
My hostage, Lynn, is a cutey. Under different circumstances I'd be
Jason is now friends with Richard Ramirez and 12 other people.
Looks like I won't be meeting you for lunch, Dean. Seems I'll be
“I have not yet begun to fight.” -John Paul Jones
Jason has added Salt Lake City Police Department to the group,
Daniel Romo is an MFA candidate at Queens University of Charlotte, but represents the LBC. His poetry can be found in Fogged Clarity, MiPoesias, Scythe, Praxilla, and elsewhere. His first book of poetry, Romancing Gravity , is forthcoming from Pecan Grove Press. More of his writing can be found here .
Posted on October 25, 2011
Michael K Meyers
Michael K. Meyers Fiction appears in Quick Fiction, SmokeLong, Work Riot, Alice Blue, Eclectica, NANO, Spork, Bound Off, 2River, The 2nd Hand Journal, Chicago Noir, Chelsea, Fiction, The New Yorker, Requited Journal and (forthcoming) another in Alice Blue, 3 in Work Riot's 10th Anniversary Anthology & Bound Off. Audio works can he heard in Fringe, 2River, Mad Hatters' Review , Drunken Boat & Fringe declassified. Videos can be viewed on Ninth Letter and at michaelkmeyers.com . He teaches in the graduate writing program at The School of The Art Institute of Chicago.
Posted on October 24, 2011
Could it be, that from the start,
That, after swimming the length of the alphabet,
If so, then slipping through those watery bars
the cinematic power in a drop of water
the torrid affair in the crease
unrealized populations materialize
come somber twilight hour
a clandestine encounter
furtive fugitive figures
a great whorl of specters
monsters of darkness
the night, the night
Yahia Lababidi is an Egyptian-American writer. He is the author of a collection of aphorisms, Signposts to Elsewhere, an essay collection, Trial by Ink: From Nietzsche to Belly Dancing and a new book of poems, Fever Dreams.
Posted on October 22, 2011
When is a rock not a rock?
Jukka-Pekka Kervinen is a Finnish composer, writer and visual artist.
Posted on October 20, 2011
The sky casts a white hood over May who is thinking of cattails and waiting for her friend Trudy who is waiting for a telephone message in a dream. It has not yet begun to snow. May does not wait as one might for a certain bingo number to be called, but as if everything that can be given has been given. The floor gleams in bright brushed streaks from her vacuuming. She changes the sheets from lavender to yellow. The day is her lap dog. She names it Osvaldo.
When Trudy arrives with Mick, May is lying on the floor, her hands folded on her stomach. Trudy and Mick have been commissioned to give tango lessons in Beijing , and the threesome talk excitedly while May makes tea and spanikopita and all around latitude 43, the resolutest of leaves are being raked.
At the milonga, May stares out the window, imagining a world beneath the sidewalks—a catacomb of laundromats, dogs of the underworld big as horses and small as loaves of bread. The sun bobs down the infinite chute of yesterdays like a green apple, then someone asks her to dance.
Out of practice, it takes a moment for May's to remember the steps while she forgets the year of the Battle of Hastings, the molality of a hydrogen atom, and four countries of wise and well-known authors. The moon slides greasily down its meridian, glasses of sherry recede with the tide and the year's first flakes parachute covertly from the heavens. Her body becomes a radio antenna humming with signals. Buses retire to their stations; truck drivers awaken their partners in loneliness, all the while May sleep-dances through the Perseus cluster in her slippers.
Long after midnight, the floor clears and the band gets a drink. The crowd murmurs in anticipation. Julio & Cristina, instructors who've come from Buenos Aires will perform. When the band returns, the starry lights are replaced with center lighting. The couple takes the floor, claiming a wide arc as they back away from each other, two gunslingers. Cristina's skirt billows like the bulls of Pamplona . The poor do not stop being poor for their dance, but the sweep of Cristina's ankle through a boleo causes Earth to slip ever so slightly on its axis to lean toward the moon, its face cast alluringly into shadow. Phoned wives wake animated to tell their husbands the story of their dreams. The day's darkest hour whisks by in Marrakesh . Two Ohioan teenagers in a garage lean toward each other like pine trees and burst into needles.
Just as the body can judge when it is buoyed above twenty feet of water or six, so can it feel the fibers of connection between dancers. May squirts into the placid jelly of the universe like a squid. This is what it is to be born, or earlier—cells dividing and multiplying, thoughts and bone gossamer thin and translucent.
Amy Wright is the author of two chapbooks, Farm (Finishing Line Press: 2010) and There Are No New Ways To Kill A Man (Apostrophe Books: 2009) the Nonfiction Editor of Zone 3 Press. Her prose and poetry appear in Western Humanities Review, Bellingham Review, American Letters & Commentary, Denver Quarterly, Sonora Review, and The Southern Poetry Anthology, Volume III: Southern Appalachia, among others.
Posted on October 18, 2011
from the Apparition Poem series
If she drinks herself
And out of this nexus, O sacred
Adam Fieled is a poet based in Philadelphia . He has released five print books: Opera Bufa (Otoliths, 2007), When You Bit… (Otoliths, 2008), Chimes (Blazevox, 2009), Apparition Poems (Blazevox, 2010), and Equations (blue & yellow dog press, 2011), as well as e-books like Beams (Blazevox, 2007), Disturb the Universe: The Collected Essays of Adam Fieled (Argotist e-books, 2010), and Mother Earth (Argotist e-books, 2011). He has work in Jacket, Cordite, Pennsound, Poetry Salzburg Review, the Argotist, Great Works, Tears in the Fence, Upstairs at Duroc, and in the & Now Awards Anthology from Lake Forest College Press. A magna cum laude graduate of the University of Pennsylvania , he also holds an MFA from New England College and an MA from Temple University.
Posted on October 16, 2011
The summer disappeared too quickly
Eyes wide beside you, I trace the path
No waxing swell of moon presses
tonight. The streetlight blooms
between us. You turn your back to me
JP Reese has published poetry, flash, fiction, and creative nonfiction both online and in print and is a poetry editor for THIS Literary Magazine and Connotation Press: An Online Artifact. She has work forthcoming in Gutter Eloquence, The Smoking Poet, Gloom Cupboard and other venues . Read her published work at Entropy: A Measure of Uncertainty.
Posted on October 14, 2011
Timothy Cabbage's Circus offered the greatest attractions from everywhere in the world:
Photo: Mummers, Bodleian Library MS. Bodl. 264, fol 21 v.
Marcus Speh is a writer, ex-particle physicist, professor, executive coach, project lead, web head, father, fictionaut, former fencer and paratrooper, who lives in Berlin, Germany, blogs at Nothing To Flawnt, curates One Thousand Shipwrecked Penguins and serves as maitre d' at the Kaffe in Katmandu.
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Posted on October 11, 2011
I am not a teacher. I am a fallen man
Scott Keeney's poems have appeared in Court Green, failbetter, NYQ, Poetry East, Shampoo, and elsewhere. A limited edition volume, Sappho Does Hay(na)ku, was published in 2008.