Mar 21, 2011

Sushi is the Devil, D.Batten

Sushi is the Devil
By Delores Batten

There is a bird that is dying because there is a crab that is dying because it is being used as bait used to catch eels that are being eaten and dying to feed people in the form of sushi. I hate sushi.

Filth at Work, T.Giovanni

Filth at Work
By Thomas Giovanni

Steve let it rip and calmly waited to see how bad it smelt. He had eaten red meat the night before and after being a vegetarian for the last six months feared how his stomach would react to the blow.
It was hard for him to fart at work. It was a small office. And usually anyone who farted would be ostracized with dirty looks and later exclusion from their order for the dunkin donuts run. Not that Steve could drink any coffee right now. Just the thought of the warm black poop stimulant made his stomach growl.
He was still waiting for the smell to rise to his nose when Sarah came in from the other room to ask about a shipper Steve knew well. A bead of sweat formed on Steve balding head. Sarah was a beautiful young women.
"Steve, you work with GregCo, right? Out of Atlant-- oh my GOD!"
She covered her nose with the office papers in her hand and shot out of the room. When she turned her skirt shot up and Steve noticed some lacy black panties. Thoughts of sex calmed his stomach and he wallowed in his sweet foul odor fog as he googled online porn.

Blueberry Regulations, S. Jackson

Blueberry Regulations
By Samantha Jackson

I've been around these parts for some time now and again and again I am always put off by all these yahoos talking all this junk about the president of the order of the blueberries. Now I say this hear county has plenty of dadgummed blueberries so why the sam hey we gotta have any types of filantherpistin on em. i say let the blueberries grow free just like the holy ghost an all them other say and for another let anybody who wants to eat them. That's what the president says too and i concur completely. them damn antoxidents is good fer braincells and junk.

Spring, Unknown

By Unknown

There's a hammer in the distance dear Liza, dear Liza. There's a hammer in the distance Dear Liza, a hammer. Ah, spring the return of construction noise. Wah wah.

Time and Again, E.Johnson

Time and Again
By Eric Johnson

Even Steven
Nelly Rose
Hit the pavement pay the pros
Stick a needle in the pain
Start a season over again

Feb 2, 2011

Untitled, M.Dunlap

By Murray Dunlap

To be tempted by normalcy
Is to be drawn to a quivering light
Often causing painful burns
That certainly leave scars
And while unique
Not cool
Among other kids
...And so drawn to pain
We huddle in agony
With little relief

Smell of the Sea, T.Mahony

Smell of the Sea
By Tom Mahony

“What’s that smell?” my son asked as we walked along the sand.
“The smell of the sea, Laddie,” I said in my best salty brogue.
“The what?”
“Kelp.” I pointed to the slippery brown piles near the high tide line. “Washed ashore by winter storms.”
The boy frowned. “It stinks. Let’s go home.”
“Ignore the smell and consider this. Kelp is like a forest under the sea. It grows two feet a day, changes the light and chemistry of the oceans, and provides food and shelter for countless animals. It dampens currents and chop, great for surfing. People use it in toothpaste and ice cream and tons of other things. It’s incredible stuff.”
The boy listened closely, eyes widening as he studied the kelp and nodded.
Then he turned to me. “It stinks. Let’s go home.”

Dream Reel, K.Bean

Dream Reel
By Kyrsten Bean

Laughing into the galaxy of banal wishes she pulls a dream reel from the sky. Wraps a purple streak around her wrist and pulls it into the morning. Awakened by the restless pulses it emits she tumbles backwards into an upside-down world that is unremitting and iridescent. Calm. There is no future in this moment, she cries. There is only now. The purple streak clutches tightly, holding on for dear life. She drags it out into the garden where it tugs itself through snapdragons, lilacs and climbing wisteria. The ivy sparkles with moisture. Get lost, she calls.

Bombs, G. Norton

By Greg "g-nasty" Norton

big old bombs dropping on ya ass
cause I know what I want and i got all the class
so pick up the spliff smoke it up like a chimney
got the the best laugh that i heard so you win me
lets hang out like wet sheets on the line
and get em dirty again cause baby you so fine

Drink, H. Gordon

By Heath Gordon

I think I'd make a good alcoholic. I would just start drinking around noon, then I'd keep drinking and drinking. I gotta watch my daughter during the day but she wouldn't notice. We'd have a good old time and paint and draw and laugh about cartoons on tv. I probably wouldn't read to her that much. Well maybe I would, I just wouldn't actually read. I'd look at the pictures and make the story up. Not that I can't read when I'm drunk. But reading is kind of boring. Well so is watching a 4-year old. That's why I'm getting drunk. And I'd probably pass out, which is cool since me and the kid nap in the afternoon anyway. Then I'd sleep off the major buzz and wake up when the wife got home from work noticing nothing out of the ordinary at all.

Jan 16, 2011

After 10 Years, J.Sheirer

After Ten Years
By John Sheirer

"You're insane," he said, his last words to her before turning to leave, his last words after ten years of marriage. "You're like that crazy artist guy who cut off his ear, what's his name, Van Guy or somthing. The only difference is that you've been slicing away my life a tiny wound at a time each day for the last decade instead of just hacking it off all at once."

Red Gold, J.Brooke

Red Gold
By Jerome Brooke

Empress of the waves, Warrior Queen,
Ruler of the bold,
Lead us to battle, lead us to jewels,
And to red gold.

We are ready to follow,
Ride to the South;
Lead us to victory, or lead us,
To red death.

Why do you cry? Look, find him,
I will surely slay the man,
Find him, the one who has failed,
Who has earned my hand.

Now you smile, now all, all is well,
Queen of the West.
Now my Lady, lead us to victory,
And the test!

San Marcos 1998, M.Rainwater-Lites

San Marcos 1998
By Misti Rainwater-Lites

Heather was not hot but she thought she could be a model with her skinny pasty body & long lank brown hair. She cooked meat in our tiny kitchen left ketchup splatters on the counter sprawled out on my futon watching deep space nine with her hand in her pants. During the flood an old man came in with a fully stocked cooler. He reeked of wine coolers. I moved out soon after, hating girls more than ever.

Sickle, T. Rowe

By Theodore Rowe

Hang just a little further
Let it drip
Fall just an inch
Look dangerous
And taste so cold
Shrink in the sun
Then don't come back for months
Ice sickle s.o.b.

Da Bears, Superfan

Da Bears
By Superfan

Da Bears. Uh, I would like to say dat da bears are gonna win da superbowl dis year and I am very happy to say that, yes in deedy I am. I say uh, final score, Da Bear 132, da Jets 3.