the last christmas eve of the decade issue

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