I Am an Engine
by Harris Coverley I am an engine White with heat Pistons lubed
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by Harris Coverley I am an engine White with heat Pistons lubed
by Oliviu Crâznic Le-Fin-de-Siècle of my youth: The boys were cool, the girls were hot; “We live in freedom” was the rule – It was my time, and now it`s not.
by Larry Smith The sculptor who accompanied Alexander the Great to the Peshawar basin muses on the triumph of the Hellenes… . Undid the Aspasioi undid the Assakenoi undid other Assakenoi at Aornos undid the Asanenoi at Attock
by DC Diamondopolous Drunk and stoned, Scott staggered out the door of the Whiskey a Go Go and into the night. A blurred neon sign from the Sunset Strip flickered and shuddered through the ebb-and-flow haze that hovered from his high. The notice to appear before the local draft board was crumpled deep in the […]
Under the Skin Would I fain not peel these subterfuges Neatly, like a banana’s yellow shell Off these your eyes locked in a forced slumber?
Last Night We curled around one another and let the night drift in through the window and wash over us
The Warble The warble, round like the earth and its sky, land colors
by Paweł Markiewicz Mortals: A, B, C and D are shackled, pinioned to a crag, diverted, dreamful
poem/essay by Brian Glaser 1. The source of wisdom in you cannot be exhausted by your limbs
by Donald Dewey Giraffe munching on the highest leaf, you are a freak on your skyscraper diet. Your neck is yanked from your heart,