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Defenestration: November 2008

Nov 20th, 2008 | By

Welcome to the November 2008 issue of Defenestration. By reading this instead of other publications, you’re garuanteed to decrease your carbon footprint by nearly two shoe sizes! (Andrew and Eileen and Genevieve asked me to write that joke. They said, “Hey, Bigfoot, you should do a carbon footprint joke, on account of ‘carbon footprint’ being something

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“Clark Reeper and the Angel of Temperance,” by Michael Panush

Nov 20th, 2008 | By

It was in the early evening in the bustling town of Virginia City, Nevada, when the Angel of Temperance, or to use her real name, Constance P. Trolpers, began her rounds. She was a passionate woman, full of vigor, vim and anger at the treacherous sins of alcohol.  Every night since the American Temperance Society

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“Man of Spam (Spam Man),” by Ron Singer

Nov 20th, 2008 | By

Recently (how?), Kevin Kile (Mr. Kevin Kile) underwent (experienced) a perfect spam storm. (What does that mean?) The principal (main) source of Kevin’s (Mr. Kile’s) problem was vocational (work-related): he was (is) a writer (author). Specifically (yes, be specific), he was (is, is) an emerging (like a groundhog?) fiction writer with 43 (forty-three) Internet (ezine?

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“Casanova Prepares for a Duel, May 5, 1766,” by Michael Garriga

Nov 20th, 2008 | By

Tell me why, O Lord, why I had to scurry and scramble escaping that Venetian prison to come all the way to Poland-Poland!-to be murdered by a lifelong knight, the Grand Butler to the Crown, Count Colonel Franciszek Ksawery Branicki, a name that sounds like a child’s careless scribbling?  A man who has wounded his

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Two Poems by Norman Ball

Nov 20th, 2008 | By

A Twenty-Syllable Epigram on the Modern Haiku The marriage of today’s busy professional with tomorrow’s oblivion. A Veritable Waste of Space Veritible’s a word of minor weight, mere filler culled to modify the void. Its meaning tacks to hurry-up-and-wait –all empty suit, adjectively deployed. This now concludes my veritable screed that heaped nonentitude on absent

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“Space Case SuperStar,” by Katherine McIntyre

Nov 20th, 2008 | By

You’re my Venus, pretty lady, Aphrodite of a sulfuric acid. Morning Star sometimes, your alluring eyes sparkle like misleading stars. Larger than Earth can encompass Your beauty holds no bounds. No, not large like a Double Cheeseburger. I’m talking spacy, darling. Hair blonde like the gaseous swirls that Remind me of a half eaten Milky

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“Oompa Loompa,” by Dion Hitchings

Nov 20th, 2008 | By

When describing his art, Dion told us that we could call it childlike, colorful, self-revealing, erotic, funny, and strange. Or we could describe it as having lots of eyes. We like all of those descriptions, but for this particular piece we’re going to leave out the word “erotic,” because honestly, no one wants to think

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Defenestration: December 2007

Dec 20th, 2007 | By

Welcome, one and all, to the December issue of Defenestration! It’s late. I know it’s late, you know it’s late, Eileen knows it’s late, Genevieve knows it’s late, Bigfoot knows it’s late, the Elm Tree knows it’s late, that old guy sitting outside your bedroom throwing birdseed at your window and humming Abba songs knows

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“Ryan,” By Erin Bruno

Dec 20th, 2007 | By

Ridiculously unimpressed Yawning with his eyes as I Adorn the night with slurred syllables and my Noxious black smoke that he says smells like Christmas trees burning.



“Roadkill Poem,” by Chris Major

Dec 20th, 2007 | By

Roadkill Poem By Chris Major ———– Chris Major doesn’t want you to know anything about him because his bones are made of secrets and his muscles are made of enigmas and his skin is made out of interlocking puzzle pieces that sweat. He wants you to go here: http://whyvandalism.com/