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ALL-POETRY 2008 | |
Nathan Graziano Steven Kunert |
By Danny Powell, Aug 12, 2008 ![]() |
Matthew Savoca Brandi Wells |
Flat Tire
By Kurt Remington, May 25, 2008 Having a flat tire In Nebraska Is like Having your foot caught In a mound of Stinking cow dung. And the radio and The birds are all screaming The televangelist sales pitch or The family planning doctrine. I’d rather the sales pitch It veils the bullshit a bit less. Oh, Cleveland! Where art thou? Soon, If my luck turns. I will be laying on soggy grass at Edgewater Park. Then maybe I’ll walk down to the water, dodging flies and broken brown glass and condoms and groundhogs and diapers along the way. Yes I have seen them all. And it all beats the hell Out of these hours spent at the Lincoln PILOT. Maybe I’ll have a shower... May 2008 Lincoln, Nebraska Kurt Remington was born in Cleveland, Ohio, in 1981. With a name like his you are either born rolling in a pile of old money, or the progeny of coal miners and bourbon swiggers. His father sold pot to put him through Montessori school. That’s the extent of his privilege. He won’t deny the chip on his shoulder but he’ll abandon it for now. He’s been writing and working for a long time but has just begun to publish. He’s been a painter, a dishwasher. He’s worked on farms and in warehouses. He learned to write well while in graduate school at Cleveland State University which is to say that he learned how not to write. He owes them a sizeable chunk of his ass despite having quit just before graduating. He has no wife and no child. He is a Midwest writer regardless of where he lives. carpenter’s hammerBy Jack Henry, May 22, 2008 breath of ancients whisper through skulls hammered to walls with carpenter’s nails masses fall to their scabby knees and beg forgiveness and mercy for images melted to optical neurons, built atop sins for which none can atone we watch, remote on mute, as revelry plays out, b & w and backwards, before children’s shiny eyes liquid amber hallucinations father misery as i sit strapped to the chair, awaiting the pull Jack Henry is a writer/poet/publisher living in S/E California. Recent publications include the anthology SCRAWL, a chapbook called CHASING SCREAMING MONKEYS W/O ANY CLOTHES, as well as journal publications in Cause & Effect, CP Journal, Off Beat Pulp and others. He has upcoming pieces in cc&d, Static Movement, Instant Pussy, Winamop, Clockwise Cat, Gloom Cupboard, and Oak Bend Review. ![]() ![]() ![]() |
Diurnally
By April Michelle Bratten, May 21, 2008 The bells are a’rising without a ring, as morning splatters across the grass. I thirst for an open mouth to speak, long for a shifting of quiet across your sleep. But you do not turn, O, terrible stone, does it not hurt to be thrown? Even the flowers swoop to reveal their faces to the sun— How dare you never do, How dare you never wake for me! This early light discolors your eyes, unveils your vague echoes of heat. Pale and shine into the sun, I remember, another hand extending nothing, and me, left grasping for air. Silence, how it screams of you—my mouth agape with you, you, and you. Wider yet, I will open still, my body a pocket for all of your small violences. April Michelle Bratten is an English major at Minot State University in Minot, North Dakota. She will remain there until she hears the sounds of the city once again call her name. April both admires and writes confessional poetry, a style of writing which she feels is (sadly) slowly dwindling in popularity. April co-edits the literary zine Up the Staircase. CleavageBy Juliet Cook, May 15, 2008 She tilts it and sweetly scoops it— a double dip of vanilla ice cream with maraschino cherries on top. She glistens it and coquettishly spills it into so many gaping mouths desirous to lick that, spoon that oozing hot butterscotch (gallivant, slink, pussyfoot). She pin-up minxes it— a bullet bra flaunt with peek-a-boo lace and white satin waist- high panties. Pearlescent girdle and garter belts. Ornamental welts. Glazed cherry stems faked into tiny bows and kinkier formations. Creamy gams splayed to reveal (stained fur, sharp burrs, bared teeth) stiff ruffles. A hot tease of innermost thigh. Worm moons, counterclockwise tassels, a tightening corset. She looks good, but she’d look better in a bukkake party. Pulsing, trussed wrists, black curtain of saturated bangs. Black flats like patent leather hooves with coarse hair tufting. Some kind of wild thing. Some kind of dirty whore’s heaving (cleavage, cloven, carnage). Once she is adorned by that rubber sheen thorax fetish pageant. Once her face is splatter- painted, an exquisite scene. Torn seams, hook & eye buttons busted, red-caked lips a soused sheath cum-guzzling all that throbbing meat. Once she puts on that slaughtered animal costume, how long before he wants to drink her blood? (Heartworm, ringworm, money shot of maggots.) Juliet Cook is a poet and the editor of Blood Pudding Press. A few of her recent publication credits include DIAGRAM, OCTOPUS, Sein Und Werden, ditch, and Prick of the Spindle. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee and currently has a poem representing in Sundress Publications Best of the Net 2007 anthology. Her latest print chapbook, Planchette, can be procured from Blood Pudding Press. Her first e-chapbook, Projectile Vomit, will be published soon by Scantily Clad Press. More chapbooks and a full-length are slinking around, mewling and hissing and seeking peculiar homes. Beautiful CorrespondencesBy Suzanne Nielsen, May 06, 2008 Melody removed her earplugs after 30 days and to her amazement could faintly hear “Tiny Dancer” play in her mind; it was as if Humpbacks were humming the lyrics so she crossed the big divide and dove into the waters with her pirate smile to return to scavenging, her most precious pastime. Suzanne Nielsen, a native of St. Paul, Minnesota, teaches writing at Metropolitan State University. Her poetry, fiction and essays appear in literary journals nationally and internationally; So’ham Books released her first collection of poetry titled East of the River, in December 2005, a collection of short fiction titled The Moon Behind the 8-Ball & Other Stories, in 2007, and will release her new collection of poetry titled I Thought You Should Know in 2008. ![]() |
Fragile Flower
Puma Perl is a poet and writer who believes strongly in the transformative power of the creative arts. Her work
has been published in Cause & Effect, The Mom Egg, Brain Box, and other journals and online zines, and she
has been a featured reader in various New York City venues. She is currently at work on her first book, which
will be a series of linked poems about the lower east side in the 1970s.
Phill Provance writes poetry when he’s not working on his newest invention: The Universal Syphilitic Cattle
Converter (Patent Pending). He also enjoys spending time with his pet eel, Louis, and his three wives, Sally,
Tamika and Lin.... Sometimes, sadly, he prefers Louis’s company to his wives’. But, he says, the converter should
fix these problems when completed. Ernest Williamson III is a 31-year-old polymath who has published poetry and visual art in over 120 online and print journals within a time span of 8 years. His poem “The Jazz of Old Wine” has been nominated for a Best of the Net award by the editors of Thick with Conviction. He holds the B.A. and the M.A. in English/Creative Writing/Literature from the University of Memphis. Ernest is now listed in the prestigious Directory of American Poets and Fiction Writers. Professor Williamson is also a private tutor,and a Ph.D. Candidate at Seton Hall University. Visit him at his website. |