font 3 poems

coming soon: spring fever. please SUBMIT

2011-04-02T10:33:00.001-07:00

the giganitic how do i love thee issue

2011-02-14T03:47:00.000-08:00

Jana Traboulsi

blogger chels said...

untold it
was delicious,

but all that's
left on lips
is the rubber flake
of

eraser wishes.

already all dissolved,
the sugar

on my tongue.

Anonymous said...

sometimes

i wonder
who is who
in these
blue pixels
that
devour

Blogger Brad said...

3:15
white
buttons floored
hard curves
Σ
3:29
pink
dew soft
autumn cloud

Leo's Song from impactist on Vimeo.

'Brunch'

she

sliced

one

tomato

while

the boy on the radio
sang about love

anonymous

In Fairy Tales

we walk through our snowy world..

don't blink

why?

there are colder places in your eyes &
I want to catch them for the map

--Anonymous

meredith dittmar

post-it notes

i am lost -
have you loved me
lately

~~~~

too late -
i'm going back
to hating
your

~~~~

if only i
believed
you -
i would surely love
you

~~~~

don't mind me -
i'm just your backseat
lover

~~~~

without my pussy
cat
i'm just a dog without
a bone

~~~~

when i’m gone
you’ll wish
i’d never told the
truth

~~~~

i said never -
and i’ll never say that
again

~~~~

i watch always now
the place
you left me behind

~~~~

you asked
for the truth -
i should have known
better

~~~~

you said you’d be
back
but never said when -
i wait, still

--alan itz

ben heine

the philosopher's stone

ramalinga turned into light
and tried to give it away

a recipe:

1) dissolution
2) a raven's head
3) albedo
4) a peacock's tail
5) distillation
6) a fixation
7) polish the stone with sun

sitting on the chaise
taking in light, she walks by
she's new
golden haired in the parking
lot an hour later

imagine pulling out
of the universe, then
diving back in.

Affairs of the Heart

It is poetry
when the wind murmurs
Slav melodies in your ear

It is poetry
when your finger forms her name
on top of the water

It is poetry
when the thorn turns
to the pink of a rose

Poetry is
giving a name
to a river that separates us
and doesn’t exist

It is poetry
when the barb of the arrow
brushes to the side

the air molecules
at the surface of your forehead
and for a split

visual moment you read
on the tip of the arrow
I love you
as it pierces
your third eye
and heart

~~~

Alex Nodopaka January©2011
AD Something

2 by
burning moon

sometime during the night
rain begins to gather

in misty sheets
wrap trees in gossamer halos

drift in starlit mantles
to cover the grass

cast a grey veil over strangers
wandering home from unknown nightlives

Mercury slides down the barometer
like a stripper down her pole

you cuddle behind me
like a blanket of sunbeams

and we watch the sun
burn night from the sky

--Rae Pater

Missing Piece

I saw in you a place cut
to the shape of me
and thought I spied
finally
a place where I might fit

summer ends
where fading light
delineates
a paper cut in the sky
that almost fit
the shape of I

geof kern via le clown lyrique

a love match of opposites

Cancer woman & G mini man

I say

Hello

&

You say

Goodbye

Marc Hoppe via le clown lyrique

3 by blogger Tasha_Klein

User Friendly

please don't drink till I'm home

I'll call you from work

hit me when I come

you were upset

we sit in a coffin

I told you that your hair looks good,
5 times last nite!

a broken space
in an empty room
far from town
under him
small as dust

or -

the slinky anagram
the forgotten password
a soft bullet
don't sleep yet
your crescent tracks
crack
his head

.

I go to bed

wearing nothing

but

your cold weather

I see

into the window of my pillow -

you are sketching

my heart

in small circles

gut wrench

: broken car

mum
holds, his
hand, until

: the end

--blogger brad

-geof kern

blogger burning moon said...

In your hands I am made
and unmade. A tiny doll
spun in the circle of your eye.
Tucked in your dimple
the sparkle from my smile.
You feel like home to me.
Like the shore upon which
the sea arrives
at journey's end.

lily white bear

2 more
by chels

i know i sing
at the edge
of silence

when the breath after
we breathe says
content. read me

the lines beyond
my eyes in
the dark, the stars

caught in my eyelashes.
the way my hair
feels softer, softly damp
against my pillow.

i have been
struck, i am
a ripple, a movement.
a wave,

i never rest; i
am only a heartbeat,
ceaseless.
lapping at your
shores.

you move me
in toe-curl,
it feels like yes.
voice in my ear
building
perfect distress.

i am a teacup,
rim touching lips,
in your hands
cradled; careful-
draining sips.

sculpted by
fingertips:
your monument, i'm

broken
by your blows.
we rebuild me
each time

-jonathan leder via leclownlyrique

to you-know-who-you-are -

one of the cruelest people I have ever met in my entire life.

and now

I will
eat
a soft piece of
delicious
nutritious

wonder

bread

&

go back to bed.

--an0n

untitled

the bottomless sadness
of being an object;

I cannot escape the shape
of my own imprints

-- by peterlord

florence berluteau

what not to tell him -

that he is a dead-beat dad

and has no hair
under that hat/cap

that he has a disease
called
pedophile do cryptic

that he wouldn't know a spider from a cat.

that you can cook every thing around him
better than that

..

that he is the only one who ever checks in
twice a week
to make sure you aren't dead.

that his mother wasn't asleep under the kitchen table,
she was just passed out like that.

..

that he is a coward, a thief and
if you had brothers in the area
they'd kick his ass.

-- anesthezia

Ode to Nina's Skin

There was her arm, my first rose
holding her while she withdrew
into fever and trembling, my prayers

three buckets of water to clean
her kitchen floor while she slept
how she said she'd bone me
and with what we never kissed

how i swallowed it all
without choking
forever changing my ability
to walk with God

--this so called flower

chris lindhout

if

love is all you
if love is all

you

if love is

all

you

need then
what is need

--anonymous

2011-02-02T22:51:00.000-08:00

thanks all

2011-01-28T17:12:00.000-08:00

the love issue: coming in febuary, please submit

2011-01-15T12:05:00.000-08:00

2010-12-24T11:11:00.000-08:00

BIG HOLIDAY ISSUE

assembly instructions:

1)push the arrow
2)scroll down
3)follow the links
4)repeat as needed

he got poetry
while watching the movie
in her shoes

my fucking
big
fat
heart
broke in two

when he looked at me and said
you know that poem
don't you

~anon

As the winter

becomes colder, I begin to laugh
that this subtropical paradise is
freezing us all...scarves, coats, hats
the fragile oranges, strawberry plants

I remember in the oldest houses,
how the heat didn't work, the fifties
in Central Fl, lakes nearby frosted,
and pipes frozen and plants withered

Now, in this small idealic place near the river,
One unit heats all and my cat sleeps warm.

I bring in hibiscus, and herbs, and they crowd
the kitchen with green towering selves

I sip hot wine and listen to orchestras of past
I remember how small a thing, a pair of gloves
can be when standing in the cold no matter where

And how kind of stupid this poem is, but really don't care.

~entering the desert

i have a house
full of male. helicopters
in miniature, sleep
in the closet. the brown
grass of winter. suzy,
it still stings me
with wonder our shared
childhood spaces
lakes of central
florida. orange scented
hands gathering dusk- magic .
corncakes for dinner . fire's glow,
insecticide fog, our loom.

~trashpo

Dyed hair
blonde I'm still
green

~venus jones

thank you, celestial dream

dec 1

on my sheet
a new blood stain
heart-shaped

snow
in blacktop cracks

~tasha klein

but the church bells have gone underground
and so have the moles,
religerosity rolls
down the holes
in drolls
to the tolls
the tolls
the tolls,
bankrolls.

~chels

Hi you ,

on the way
I thought of one
does this
count?

I left
chocolate(:
in the car

~shirley buckland

2010-11-22T18:17:00.000-08:00

old stuff, thank you.

beyond el dia de las muertes issue

2010-11-06T21:31:00.000-07:00

hannah linden

The Skull Ring

~ tasha klein

i don't want to
wake your eyes

i don't want to feel them
travel
around my corners
to touch the hole
in my chest
its dark graffiti
and red sugar
even redder
next to your pale skin
.

forced freedom
the grindance
~htc

met at the tip

of a fjord
calving to cleavage

in cinnamon bars of heat.

i miss your blues
like sky, a frozen
reflection

in contrails
crisscrossed, plaided, plaited
braids begging for pull

so you pull,

separate,

flee

~ trashpo

courtesy of luis gonzalez palma

Anonymous said...

left hand
thumbnail inked black
index & up yrs & ring
inked w/ peace, pinky is an eye
watching

Gerardo Suter

the sabal palm with a pharmacopia of almosts.

i didn't want it
but it seems
to mean a lot to you.

magnetism and resonance
in the gym cracked dawn.
we had a seventh hole pool
break planned but the owners
were home and you
couldn't slice the ball
if you'd been in a deli.
or dili or new delhi.

there's ghosts of a past
you'd rather be
in hanging around. i's dotted,
t's crossed & just in time
for jesus to mount his throne.

bright flash. high wind strikes hard.

you're immortal. nothing you can do about it.

sally mann

six word poem

i'll never do that again, promise.

why do they call
them
one night
stands
when you spend them lying
down?

vinilio du ule

the most insane of solids

kinetically frozen
liquid, glass
lacks long-range

crystal

line

order the most
disordered

types
of solid

known.

the usness of the nothing ness

jose manuel castro prieto

~anonymice

from a so called flower

The words yield
two hands

----

thirty pink orchids
only sleeveless shirts
one heart

----

sowing suffering
will never reap
acceptance

----

orange has a shelf life
the tide is no ceiling fan
and even now

jeff brouws

moccachino

you're just another
mother-fucking
son of a bitch
trying to claim ownership
trying to tell me what I should do
think
how I should live my life
thinking I give a shit
thinking your opinion
matters to anyone
take a look around buddy
everyone's just drinking their coffee
same as any other day

- Rae Pater

jerry ueslmann

thanks ya'll

2010-06-29T07:17:00.000-07:00

be sure to submit for the next issue, above....

the rube goldberg issue

2010-06-09T20:55:00.000-07:00

did i ever look like i wanted
to be someone alone?

Into the washing machine

I've never really minded that
feeling like cascading into
uncertain futures or all the
hours spent sleeping within
sunbursts of diverging
clarity. Oh, yes

I am
quite
myself
today.

--Pharasyte

--steve curtis

what is the
'fell of dark'?

scanning the edge

or just
forgetting to log out?

important physics

razer

cut the ciggy butt, the lonely blank skin, where underneath a city with blue millions run? or maybe a worm, who will grow a new heart, dark as soil, rich as dirt. or the extra s in cheeks smiling wearing dimples thin? i would like to if possible change, 'dirt' to 'blood'

--Tasha_Klein

prairie light

Anonymous said...

sunset

hang me
she said, so i
did. upside down, pulling
her hair out of her face so she
could see.

i had
a scrunchie, tied
red tresses in a bun
redder yet from her heart runs
her blood.

alone
she hangs alone
i left her there, her hair
entwined with other carmines like
my love

Anonymous said...
love is not

a blue cell
all greasy with who should be calling who

love is not
how much can you send/spend

love is
getting pissed off because you no longer have his version of
I Wanna Be Your Dog

& can't bounce off of his words
to write things you actually like and keep

guarded

A nonymous said...

i don't understand
why you want to take magic
out of my world.

you have your own box
stuff it full of doubt.

or discovery. it's
about point of view--spell
me some miracles from the moon.

chopsticks

there are good lines
in there, like mushrooms
among noodles

Anonymous said...

What the dream holds

a sieve holding water, with damp
traces of a kind of passage

so I wake, without clues
just a taste of something having
been there, dry and bitter on the tongue

Life, no rain barrow,
usually, holds only a glimpse

2

two red birds darting
above the cat watch
your glass of wine
held by the stem
in the late afternoon light

soon the dark and whispering
memories, crunch of leaves
closing the door on the day

bored?

submixions

2010-04-04T20:22:00.001-07:00

northern lights /stealing from work issue

2010-04-01T14:20:00.000-07:00

Sometimes constellation dust
gets mixed in with the human dust
and
mankind gets to touch the hem of the stars

-William Blackford

Something solar, darkly shimmering

part wind, part portal

erodes my skin with

the sweetness of light

And as parts of me are undone

found again by the eyes of a beam of sun

Time's hand lifts what is no mere dust,

but crushed essence set free

And I can feel Earth's atmosphere escaping

and in its wake I will no longer touch ground

as the opening swirl of clouds

will lift me infinitesimal

a single shape of rising motes

asleep

reborn

-William Blackford

--courtesy of artist tbork of the HIPblog

good is the lesser of two evils

it's distasteful to be good
i feel better when i'm bad
but i'm not good at being bad
not good enough at being bad

good is the lesser of two evils

by hector the crow

another crow poem

ayahuascero

somewhere, spirit

is alive, despite

the quick metabolism

the slash and burn mentality

that chavez would assume
i'd assume
to maximize

when there's a goal
there's a compromise
there's a lot of compromise
A lot of comprimise. Comprende?

lotta comprimse, to achieve
weird lettering, that
i wanna let the lettering
AND the letting
kinda bloodlet
and nevermind the kerning
weird winter, sure we got snow
rock warmth, vancouver east
and you got, i dunno
i won't care

Anonymous said...

soul rope

drink this
she said so i
did. next thing i knew i
woke up next to myself, climbing
goodbyes

Anonymous said...
From Warm Thing to Napkin

my beautiful light -

love me,

lost and strange.

dreamtime issue

2010-01-10T12:27:00.000-08:00

three small poems by Rae Pater

Gone

What is there to write of you
now that you're gone?

That you come to me in dreams
and we sit, face to face,
legs folded together,
cuddled round each other,
and talk like happy children -
words tripping impetuous -

till I waken to that old
twelve hour, sixty minute clock
at my bedside.

The Blonde in Me

lip freak,
shirtless and hands on knees.

if I roll up my eyes
and purse my brunette charms

will you scoop a kiss or two
into my pinny?

Eden's Poems

each verse so precise

like apparently random
windings of vine
and flower

shaped to form
a small
hand-carved
elephant

a miracle of creation
and inside it another
and yet another

{C)Rae Pater

hermit faces south

i do
not know this life-
camaraderie, these
people and i do not think i
want to

--anonymous

from tasha klein

- death - i taste your black
pill - the lips behind - your dove -

from burning moon

I had a small poem -
words soft, like candles
after mass

thanks for the memries

2009-12-29T22:25:00.001-08:00

let's make more

the last christmas eve of the decade issue

2009-12-24T13:34:00.000-08:00

windows
crayons

in my heart
the choir members
are rats melted like ash.

the on-
fire

glass

--t

Anonymous said...

strange time
in the backyard

so many birds
all black
pecking at snow

with the frenzy
of stars, reversing.

o! sarah!

our doe eyed beauty
when will you go cougar?

sensualist
betoken of dirt
flower singer
pale dark
heart

sudden splashes of grace

I move far when she stands
afraid my awkward walk will drift into her sudden splashes of grace

-Dan Flore

back of your neck
upswept fingers
sunshaft late
afternoon, summer
brushing the hair
from my eyes

-Twilight-

slinky tubular insect
taps
sullen lemon core

sheer blossom-quiver
under the marble sudden
of
sky

-December-

Is it only in dreams that we are lovers?

Emptiness thrusts itself into me
bright as lightning in
a pale sleep.

--tasha klein

2 from dierdre

The Daughter Of Christmas

I never thought my love
would taste like black
bean soup
heated from a can
you refused
to eat

or that this is the third time I wiped out your hard drive

i only hoped to show you the value
of love
forgiving its self
but I realize it's
too cold
in every bedroom

& I ought to move the kitchen into it
or I may never surivie
living alone

Trying to hide the light under a bag of circles

watch steam whisps
rise from 2am, a cup - the world
seems black & red and white & grey and green
the broiler - my new home - the va
a section eight - voucher and holly jolly
work for a living I don't - please chance
give to another sleepless night
I rise, I rise
but not to the sun
or your moon
beam

I am lost somewhere in her tan

2009-12-09T18:56:00.000-08:00

whispering touch me in my
pale trespass
she spins and the earth turns in her direction
she doesn't know it
God drips down
but only in things like manholes and mascara
she swears He's there in her eye shadows
pink explosion
while part of her wishes He was gone

she's watching the roar of revelation
in some sphere beyond sweat and sea,
she talks and everyone listens but her
I move far when she stands
afraid my awkward walk will drift into her sudden splashes of grace

-Dan Flore

old subs

2009-11-27T19:57:00.001-08:00

thanks for the poems.

i won't tell em your name

2009-11-27T19:47:00.000-08:00

unless you leave it with me...

from the journal of favorite poets:

Anonymous said...

i will

delete

my

identity

sorrow

i have
re: us, used up
all my good memories
you have the rest of them, give them
back, please

OK ~

pumpkin pie

shake

full flavor

quantum mechanical

how's that for love?

fish food

i tried a haiku,
but the koi let it fall
to the bottom of the pond.

it's beautiful

and it fits

together,

precious twilight

Tasha Klein

Let Me Slide..

into
this
silken production
called:
dreams

redrodorder333

i'd've rather just been told not lied to bad. urgent bent over back to get brian to work in ur brown sweat pants and not even a dirty thong did u put on and left early when the time changed judging deliberately by the kitchen clock to steal some precious moments rockin in the car before they was pickin him up to take him off to work.

if u don't like it
when u find ur gettin
treated like a slut ya
ought not act like one,,,

2x Llynze

justice
comes behind crime
patters about thugs, packs
retrubution on unblanced
scales, smiles

galileo's finger

i keep you trapped
in gilded glass, your fingerprints
search for the sun.

i guide you down a side street
up a culvert, over gentle mounds
my lips come:

the songs of sirens

where you lose your flesh like all mortals.

fortuna favet fortibus.

your bones carry
the secrets of stars.

brush them
against my skin.

please

2009-11-04T04:54:00.001-08:00

post more. send your friends.

gray skies, purty leaves

2009-11-04T04:49:00.000-08:00

end of the line

lagging
again she's last
loosing herself in light
her pinafore soft, bright. dream time
dawdling.

anonymous

2 by tasha

!!!!!

pass the muenster, saltines,
del monte sweet chips &
the black crack!

inside the hollow earth:

the purple spores (the sit-in group)
drink tea, turn leaves with
their voices

tasha

what a coincidence

it's the same number as art bell's experiment

the one that failed to heal mckenna's brain cancer

hector the crow

Cobras

I love new-fashioned whores:
Men swollen with sperm,
who span excited skin,
hover above victim,
stage hood winks,
ruler-sized beds,
vacuum pumps,
Viagra kings.

sarah

2009-10-29T20:26:00.001-07:00

keep posting!

full of grace

2009-10-29T20:19:00.000-07:00

tattoo luv

two pastel colored flying horses having sex while smoking pot in front of a rainbow like something out of an "adults only" version of Candyland.

here

Drifting

In a deep trance,
the cognizant iguana emerges
out of geico

--anonymous

-nod to the death dwarf-

wilhelmina -
of fucked up people

where are the mottled sketches

of your skinny

the wire necklace

slung around your ass

tasha klein

falls

the light falls like water
your hair is drenched with it

Ring

Seamless script
burns in fire
around your finger,

the legend
of my love

burning moon

On windy nights snowball bush blossoms,
drifts like snow. At first light I walked out,
and stood in it barefoot. The cold feet
of a dead mind. I hugged my razor
in my nighty pocket.

sarah wilson

2009-10-27T21:10:00.000-07:00

wow, thanks

tuesday's poems

2009-10-27T05:19:00.001-07:00

take a break

it can't be that important

anonymous

the lines
buzz with secrets
clouds break dance thru the sky
another morning fraught, begins
in print

lynze

Chopped gini, are you talkin2me’ type of gesture, an
Environment, in which the terse and skitter, of this
Air, tetchy, torchy; sometimes torpedo-configured;
More often, calm and in good humour. Once in a
While forced back into incoherence.

anonymous

how i test my faith
as i
rest in the strength of your arms

do you feel safe /

& again /
i let you run your fingers thru my hair

finchy

the best things happened
on the now-flooded floors
of the space colony

hector the crow
http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203368170980544707

inside this crazy

2009-10-26T20:33:00.000-07:00

two webs
dot org, dot com
kind of like finding home
on a pinhead's back tucked inside
steel silk