BEFORE THE GAME Shut one eye then the other Peek into every corner of yourself See that there are no nails no thieves See that there are cuckoo’s eggs Shut then the other eye Squat and jump Jump jump high high On top of yourself Fall then with all your weight Fall for days on [...]
Tagged poetry, prose poetry, Vasko PopaEarly morning. Trash day. Haul cart to street. Boxers. Button fly. Neighbor smiles, then eyes grow wide. Noticing then, a new day’s breeze.
Tagged pith... twitsDear Big Jesus, Please don’t bleed tears tomorrow. I’m just helping St Jenny w/the girls. We’re cool. You’re a hero who didn’t get back up. Regards, Some man’s son
Tagged joesmithreallyLucia, my distant love You predict me, as ever. Yes, the woods again were where I found myself, wolves singing their hungry sleep songs, but returned to our home, a half empty shell of what we haven’t built, but abide there on our finest days. Fuel for my fires was depleted in days and another [...]
Hell “If you want to understand the social and political history of modern man, study hell.” – Thomas Merton It’s probably like the excitement of your first cigarette, but it lasts forever, that dizzying nausea — the Unknown: with imitation human heads on their buttocks, bats leaping from black books, dragon tails waving, monkey glands [...]
Tagged Peter Johnson, prose poetryApe You haven’t finished your ape, said mother to father, who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers. I’ve had enough monkey, cried father. You didn’t eat the hands, and I went to all the trouble to make onion rings for its fingers, said mother. I’ll just nibble on its forehead, and then I’ve [...]
Tagged prose poetry, Russell EdsonThe Absent One This brutal brother but whose word was true, steadfast in the face of sacrifice, diamond and wild boar, ingenious and helpful, held himself in the center of all misunderstandings like a resinous tree in the cold admitting of no alloy. Against the bestiary of lies tormenting him with its goblins and its [...]
The Family Monkey We bought an electric monkey, experimenting rather recklessly with funds carefully gathered since grandfather’s time for the purchase of a steam monkey. We had either, by this time, the choice of an electric or gas monkey. The steam monkey is no longer being made, said the monkey merchant. But the family always [...]
Tagged Russell Edson