Poetry
Wisdom
After the ground is burned and
its black skeleton trees removed
the machines scrape
till it bleeds yesterday,
worms rolling up to escape;
Lydia Ondrusek
July 8, 2010
Poetry
Poetry
Going Woodo
Day 409
They told me
When they came for me
The man-
His thumb, I bit it off
He needed twenty-four stitches.
Imagine that.
Colleen Kimsey
July 8, 2010
Poetry
Interstellar
Between, time
freezes, the perfect
points of the un-astered stars
unmoving in their
fixed array: a field
Freeman Ng
March 7, 2010
Poetry
F.J. Bergmann
March 7, 2010
Poetry
After, Thoughts–A Pantoum
Shambling through the streets,
Are we alive, or just existing?
Almost all the buildings are empty.
A testament to unceasing need.
J.C. Hay
October 5, 2009
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