Posts Tagged ‘ Poetry VIII.III ’

“Stooges,” by Tina Posner

Dec 20th, 2011 | By

I can’t remember my dreams

but they leave me bathed in sweat.

Maybe the problem is 

I still haven’t figured out how

my family was replaced by three

goldfish, named after the Stooges.

The fourth, who arrived DOA,
was Shemp, and he appears to be

“More Human Than Human,” by Anna Zoria

Dec 20th, 2011 | By

Sometimes I ask myself if it meant anything at all—me, you, the roast chicken, those two years together that now feel murky and placed under thick fog. You driving to work after one hour of sleep, week after week after week. You going crazy from no sleep, from too much me, from us taking each other’s brain hostage. You and me staying up drinking scotch, playing chess, smoking pack after pack, listening to Kid A, taking baths on E. Me taking up the whole bed every night, me waking up laughing, me screaming in my sleep. Us sleeping through every Saturday. Your love for dates and numbers.

“The Importance of Being Careful,” by Joseph Buehler

Dec 20th, 2011 | By

While Tolstoy wrote outdoors,
his goat
would eye him suspiciously,
making sure he wrote nothing
that was anti-goat,

“Heyoka,” by Peter Cole Friedman

Dec 20th, 2011 | By

Each joke
is a crack
of thunder,
a rupture
in the sky’s

“Indexers in Love,” by Mary Cresswell

Dec 20th, 2011 | By

hail, fellow well met, 1
handful, protagonist seen as quite a, 2
happiness as goal, 46
hazards, 56, 75, 113
headstrong, 2
heart: broken, 56; in mouth, 24–28; murmur, 123; of darkness, 307. See also lungs, liver, lights