In the Winter There is Time, J.Hopkins

In the Winter There is Time

By Jeff Hopkins

Where am I supposed to go in this never ending blizzard of frozen rain?
It piles up on the walks, the swingset, my car will remain here for days
People just aren't meant to move through this mess
The salt, snowblower diesel, scraping plows and whistling heaters
Just leave me alone, why can't I hibernate?
So there is this thing called the Internet
It works even in the cold. So I grab some coffee and write, and write
The power won't go out, the storm wasn't that terrible
And I have all the time I need for email and being social checking photos
In my bathrobe
Oh, wait that's not what I meant, really, but the Internet does well there too.
But I'm just writing, really I am. Decent stuff too. Good decent stuff.
Oh God, get me out of this house
Melt you damn snow, melt!

Flow, R. Gathers

Flow

by Reggie Gathers

The grass has puddled
Even it's had enough
Go search for a new home
Water is boss
It'll know where to go
Seeping into wherever it wants
Nowhere is safe
Life or death

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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.