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“Venting Haiku, Composed in a Grubby Hotel Room in Pokhara, Nepal (dedicated to Bryan Adams, with apologies to fans),” by Joel Hardin

Apr 20th, 2012 | By

maudlin strains sift
Into my thin-walled room
God of Nepal nights



Two Poems by Rachel Gellman

Apr 20th, 2012 | By

There’s a colon between our two
separate parts. Let’s add a semi in there
to make us depend upon each other.
I want to verb you, so we should really
dash out of here, punctually,
once they give us our sentence.



“Nature Poems,” by Carly Berg

Apr 20th, 2012 | By

If I hear any more poems of naturestruck wonder…



“TRASH,” by Patrick Dunn

Apr 18th, 2012 | By

Dear New Student,

Please allow me to once again congratulate and welcome you to the Television Reality-Acting School of Hollywood. The applicant pool for the Fall 2012 semester was our largest yet. You, along with your future cohort, represent the most competitive applicants of a highly qualified and ambitious group. We at TRASH look forward to fostering the development and exploitation of your incredibly marketable skills and assets.



You Can Almost Taste The Placebos

Apr 13th, 2012 | By

Welcome to the second Friday the 13th of 2012. Once again, Winslow is having medical trouble.

This time, his affliction is a little closer to home. Around this time of year, the changing weather causes me to cough my lungs, brains, and eyeballs out. It’s irritating, because over-the-counter cough medicine does absolutely nothing. Moms know it, wives know it, doctors know it, nurses know it, everyone else who matters knows it. It’s nothing more than a syrupy placebo.