Archive for January, 2010

17 Cents A Pound by David S. Pointer

Posted in David S. Pointer with tags on January 21, 2010 by Scot

The counter attendant watches
the old rusty truck frame-windows
as shattered as the customers
recycling muddy aluminum cans.
This is Mark’s Iron and Metal, you
can grid search far off grounds
for carbon nanotube cables
or a neutronic fusion reactor,
but each time you creep-in
across the parking lot grey it’s
the last spider cracked window
on the 35 Chevy pickup seemingly
knowing the can scavenger’s way

Texas Hold ‘Em by Jane Crown

Posted in Jane Crown with tags on January 19, 2010 by Scot


Ellis island unit one;
Glass partition,
A grieving box
I do not oppose this barbarism, you’d think I might;
Humanitarian that I purport to be.
Vengeance is familiar in the South-not swiftly but by
Yards and years on the Row.

sleep comes first
breathing  next
and the heart the last to go 

We don’t polish the bough of regret here
This is death row
There is plenty of life left here  to extinguish
sleep comes first
breathing  next
and the heart the last to go.

They say it is humane
To lay him down to sleep
Chalk his breath with  poison
Stalk and stop his  evil heart with buckles.

Texas hold ’em.
Flash your angry hearts
then let them go.

Two Poems by Charles Ries

Posted in Charles P. Ries, VIDEOS with tags on January 15, 2010 by Scot

POEM FOR R.M. by A.D. Winans

Posted in A.D. Winans with tags on January 13, 2010 by Scot

She drove a hummer
And shopped at Walmart
Had a bad smoker’s cough
Restless leg syndrome
Chattering teeth
And a rash that doctors
Had no explanation for
She owned two homes
Had no debts
A good job and money
In the bank
But shopped for clothing
At the thrift store
She shed men like a baby
Sheds diapers
Liked to talk poetry
But only her own
Liked cunnilingus
But fellatio was not
On the menu
Her motto:  “When in Doubt
Don’t put it in your mouth.”
Which didn’t apply to Starbucks
Or dining at Yuppie restaurants
And she asked why
I thought we weren’t compatible

William Taylor Jr. Reading from the Hunger Season

Posted in VIDEOS with tags on January 11, 2010 by Scot

Two Poems by Justin Hyde

Posted in Justin Hyde with tags on January 10, 2010 by Scot

at the harvest cafe

the twenty year old woman
sitting across from me
is stacking
our plates and silverware.

she does this
every restaurant we go to.

she used to be a waitress
and knows how hard they work.

i wipe syrup
off my fork
ask her
what she wants to do
after we go
to iowa city
for her treatment.

i don’t want
to go,
she says
biting her lower lip

somewhere in her

she’s very tired
this morning
bags under her eyes
but you’d never guess
she’s full of

only me
and a couple of her
close friends at college

won’t tell her family

doesn’t want them
to worry.

lets run away
to jamaica
right now,
she says.

anything you want
i say
holding her hand
under the table.


everyone deserves an ear

if nothing else
their inane chatter
will reinforce
the sanction
and vigor
of your
misanthropic outlook

and on rare occasions

like last night

sneaks out
from the
thin human design:

odell was
telling me
about his second wife

said she
took to crack cocaine
the way
most people take to
food and water.

he tried everything

but couldn’t
reason with her.

the string broke
when he came home
from work
and the refrigerator
and oven
were gone.

all you can do
is smack a bitch,
he told me.

i’m not
a proponent
of violence
against women:

but we clanked beer bottles

and i drank

to the

universal concept.

Paul Corman Roberts

Posted in Paul Corman Roberts, VIDEOS with tags on January 9, 2010 by Scot