Monday, February 14, 2011

the giganitic how do i love thee issue

Jana Traboulsi

blogger chels said...

untold it
was delicious,

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

eraser wishes.

already all dissolved,
the sugar

on my tongue.

Anonymous said...


i wonder
who is who
in these
blue pixels

Blogger Brad said...

buttons floored
hard curves
dew soft
autumn cloud

Leo's Song from impactist on Vimeo.







the boy on the radio
sang about love


In Fairy Tales

we walk through our snowy world..

don't blink


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


meredith dittmar

post-it notes

i am lost -
have you loved me


too late -
i'm going back
to hating


if only i
you -
i would surely love


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


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


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


i said never -
and i’ll never say that


i watch always now
the place
you left me behind


you asked
for the truth -
i should have known


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

--alan itz

Pencil Vs Camera - 16

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
a place where I might fit

summer ends
where fading light
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



You say


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
his head


I go to bed

wearing nothing


your cold weather

I see

into the window of my pillow -

you are sketching

my heart

in small circles

gut wrench

: broken car

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.

Cecile at the Seaside

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,
lapping at your

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

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

sculpted by
your monument, i'm

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
a soft piece of




go back to bed.



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
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


love is all you
if love is all


if love is



need then
what is need



Chels said...

LOVE this issue. It looks gaw'jus. Ta for the inclusion. xoxo's and all that. :D

burning moon said...


I love the artwork

hiccup said...

thanks chels and rae. so glad to have your poetry to inspire the composition. labor in love ~l

Anonymous said...

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