I admire those who can do the spontaneous snapshot verses. This week, with
sad unspontaneity, I offer this: a Saturday image:
hair spikes the space
around the body
action at skin
each story breathed through pores
of a metaphor
than world ghost
over lip's blue ripples
always an experiment
steel wings cross buildings
concrete's rocky strand
what we see in the river
sirens don't care
snagging on outlines
of a season
tongues round stones
waste bitten vessels
though we are not
but always losing
in hurry the glow
Jill Jones, Sydney, 4.05pm
he got the picture
the whole picture
when he did
out of focus
or sort of smudged
or had a
bits of of it
or rotted away
but the bits he got
taking on trust
that those bits
were in fact
part of the picture
and not just
scraps blowing by
or flakes fallen
patrick mcmanus 8am
raynes park -uk
We thought we were the
electric six, the kings of
leon but after the
thrills comes the darkness.
I remember my threads in all
their jagger, the dylan loons,
the chisel-toed carnaby-red
Upstairs I've still got all the
Brahms from my childhood but
I threw away my Miriam Makebas,
my Ewan MacColls long ago.
These days, rather than an acid Paxman,
I prefer a short story, a play,
a news update, a weather report.
Soon I'll be ready for Classic FM.
Norton Hodges, Oakham, Rutland UK 8:40 a.m. 03.09.03
"if i sleep, clowns will eat me."
monday night it was hard
to sleep and i was thinking about
all the nights before
school would start when
summer closed shut
slammed like the last book
of required reading and the order
from the sears and roebuck store
had finally arrived and was arranged
carefully in the proper drawers
how many years have i gone into this
ritual forest each september
years long past childhood
my friend wears the shirt that proclaims
these night terrors about clowns that leads me to believe
she is brave and ready
for the realities of dealing with the innocence
of other people’s children not knowing where
to line up for the bell and administrators
who show up with their summer homework
undone. clowns will eat me even if i stay awake
Deborah L. Humphreys
almost ready for the staff inservice day at the Newark Public Schools Office of Early Childhood Education and 7,011 children ready for the New Year
The speakers set their slides in carousels
in the ochre tiled hall
while the t-shirted volunteers
try to connect images from a laptop
to the tripoded screen
Someone finds a key
and the toilet is opened,
separate stalled rooms for the sexes,
and a shared metal cistern
shaped like a trough
filled by pressing foot pedals
attendants straggle down the chipped stone spiral staircase
darting past the rain
which pours through the ceiling grill
between the stairwell and the hall
now marked with a notice to please keep quiet
Bolted pipes run above the podium and single microphone
above black and white photos from the bakery days
of East Berlin.
The speakers sit down behind their folded paper names on the table
and the conference starts, with apologies
for the images flickering on the screen
Ivy Garlitz, 10:00 AM
First day of classes:
All night waking up,
thinking how often I've done
this. Yet still can't stop.
Douglas Barbour, Edmonton, Canada, 08:20
Koiné of a restricted milieu?
I am back-channeling,
you First Man!
Anny Ballardini (found by Barry Alpert)
now achieved immortality in a dictionary.
Barry Alpert (found by Anny Ballardini)
Barry Alpert / Silver Spring, MD USA / 9-3 (2:42 PM)
I sense something speak (a ray)
I sense something on my cheek
that I do not know
Eucharist and I do not
I show up on a
There are the blue rays of
And reflection and games of
There are no places but places places
appear and play
And a path has no
South of here is the first
west Irondequoit, neuvo york 2:46 pm Gerald Schwartz
Share prices up; all expectations exceeded.
Sparkling rose is our dividend.
New SMS release not without glitches -
I get commended for "nifty troubleshooting"!
My tarot reading for today is doomy,
which signifies renewal - at some cost.
I used to have deaths-to-self once every weekend
at least. But it didn't change me very much.
Something is up, afoot; don't need the tarot
to tell me I've been dreamy, welling over
with sap of adolescence. It's the wedding:
I knew that boy when both of us were boys,
that girl when I was a boy and she a girl.
Don't laugh, you old sods. This is news to me -
that all you get for your time is iterations,
exams to resit, glasses to refill.
Dominic Fox, Leicester 03/09/03 22:29pm
It has taken me years to come
to my personal Center of Indifference.
My ex-wife points her accusing finger,
I feel like I am in the middle
of Bruegel's "Triumph of Death,"
embraced by the bony arms of
a shared past from which all flesh has fallen.
Yet now I can throw my arms around it,
the bony-raggy figure, dance with it,
take away its power with a shrug, a slough.
When my younger son comes to the car,
about to be transported south to begin
a life of his own, away from us,
my ex and I look at each other in a moment
of shared Something, perhaps merely
the knowledge of history, the memory
of fallen flesh: the marriage's, hers, mine.
Today's List of Lists: Seven Things Reflexive With All My EM
Dashes Sparkling Just Below This
Things are cooling off around here without heat--you
only need to hand out the sheaf of answer forms
quizzes it's quicker that way less work--
if your mailbox is near
its limit--Christine! You need
to call me now [who are you?]--nowadays
most prefer medium-well--WE ARE SO HAPPY
THAT OUR HOUSE IS GOING
TO GO THROUGH!--SEE THROUGH
THIS TURQUOISE DEAR
LOOK THEY HAVE FILLED
THE CAVITIES WITH GOLD AND POLISHED
THE ROUNDED JAG
OF IT SO SMOOTH OH THANK YOU thank you
THANK YOU I LOVE IT
--The cashier in the Minimart said so today.
--Overheard while walking past 2 science profs on campus yesterday.
--Message yesterday from Office of Information Technology.
--Phone message today from unidentified bill collector.
--Waiter, steakhouse, last night.
--Friends buying a first house, yesterday.
--Gift last night of turquoise bracelet from daughter just back from Arizona visit.
chris murray hmbl.thx.2hcic Dallas TX 12:00, 04 Sept. 03
of the autumn
from all sides
still green from
in our natural
of clouds as
each other back
on their feet
and offer trauma
counseling to the
stekkjarkinn 19, hafnarfjördur, iceland
midnight, september 3, 2003
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