Saturday, November 6, 2010

beyond el dia de las muertes issue

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

1 comment:

Gwendrina said...

The Breatheable Quiet

Tonight we swirl ourselves
into a warm dusk,
wine and firelight.

Your eyes the shade
of bay leaf
heighten the moment
with a keen awareness
of how insecure --I am.

It's not about the mirror
or lost coin
but feeling competent
enough to please.

I look at the moon
distant and half-full,
a white bowl of rice,
holy water
or bare grace

I never seem to taste
but still
you kiss my palm
and bless it
with such sweet approval.
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