A Bad Penny Review
1894 There is evidence to suggest that the Martian attack which took place in Leatherhead, England, was greatly enfeebled by vine tendrils attacking the legs of the Martian machines.
Sherraine Pate Williams
I always tried to bite my father’s face like when you’re hangnail picking.
A nightmare is [ _____ ]
(1) When was the last time you dug (2) Your body is the site of multiple digs (3) What era is this
Amy Jo Trier-Walker
Not to water the ashes. And unburnt crosses. To throw out our hair and dry it in the broken thermometer.
bending there the grass sways in /
stretch and sees to inflect in /
every torment movement thru /
the shapes made shoveled up to /
take away rough drupes...
The poems you will find at The Pessoa Project are compiled at random by a machine language. This website dismantles and rebuilds the full text of Richard Zenith’s translation of The Book of...
Eldon (Craig) Reishus
Askeladden couldn't afford a Rauschenberg Rorschach so he asked his old friend Kandinsky to fashion him a fake –
Open the box to find fifteen non-precious objects from some of the most talented visual-verbal artists working today: mIEKAL aND, Derek Beaulieu, Rachel Blau Duplessis, Kelly Connor, Maria Damon,...
Having slept well for the last several years, I decided to have a child.
In the editing bay, I score /
your life with prosthetic meaning. We’re underexposed /
and overbudget, but I invest /
in the symbolism /
of your shadows.
To walk away from a box full of kittens, many just parts, nubs. To hope they are not my litter.
my of or belonging to me; of /
or relating to myself; which I /
have, hold, or possess heart /
hollow muscular organ which /
performs the function of a /
Saloonkeeper: Meat wrought with the throwing spear is the scribe of humanity.
The diagnosis arrived: Dear Sir/Ma’am, your
son/daughter is not a legal dwarf. Please pay full amount.
Startle the winter bees /
and wake the coffined //
It’s a drowning: old-fashion, lung-gasping. Like a pillowcase /
squirming with newborn kittens, there’s no room for sentiment...