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Poetry ’
Apr 20th, 2009 |
By Defenestration
I TOTALLY care about the earth. I have an eco-house okay? I keep out the riff-raff with super tall hedges maintained by using sustainable gardening with native plant species, of course. My gardener wanted to invade with some fabulous plant from his native land but it wasn’t native to here so I told him no
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Comments Off on “California Greenwashin’,” by Rachel Levy
Tags: Poetry, Poetry VI.VI, Rachel Levy, VI.VI
Mar 20th, 2009 |
By Defenestration
“Oh! I almost forgot!” She stands abruptly up from the kitchen table, a mischievous little grin on her face. “I have to remember to call Dennis.” She writes the name “Denise” on the whiteboard near the refrigerator on which she makes notes to herself about what she needs to do or items she needs to
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Comments Off on “Dennis,” by Michael Estabrook
Tags: Michael Estabrook, Poetry, Poetry VI.V, VI.V
Mar 20th, 2009 |
By Defenestration
oh this sickening gang.they write poetry poem after a poem exploding out of their PC’s or notebooks- sick and dry as dead flowers they fill up pages and pages with bad poetry and submit them to all the little magazines and of course most of them get published they live with they mothers and/or they
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Comments Off on “the boys,” by Peycho Kanev
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Mar 20th, 2009 |
By Defenestration
client Bob a Nam vet a junkie is calling the office begging for a house call: it’s a matter of life and death. a broken mirror in the hallway syringes all about burned out floors and ceilings consequences of an imaginary napalm blast the walls bear a knife collection in the yard a patch of
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Comments Off on “the ring snake patriot,” by Alex Galper
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Feb 20th, 2009 |
By Defenestration
I am startled by a blaring honk And I see- a middle finger spring up before me. It made me want to act on nothing. It was the most boring middle finger I have ever seen; lacking in all passion and artistry. (a Monster truck on valium.) No more incredible than a blade of grass
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Comments Off on “A Very Boring Middle Finger,” by Ricki Hunsinger
Tags: Poetry, Poetry VI.IV, Ricki Hunsinger, VI.IV