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Monthly Archives: May 2009
May
17
2009
Where Were You? by Steven Brown ~ep
I was there…Where were you?
As the clock ticked its rhythmic tune,
As I–stood with only hope before a road so new…
I was there…Where were you?
As I – tirelessly struggled,
In my–acrobatic juggle of…
Everything that the world threw…
I was there…Where were you?
When I–entered our bed, my only pleasure was to please,
As the artist that is me with the [...]
May
08
2009
Leap of Death by Rachel DeYoung ~ep
The man straps himself in back of me like a baby harnice. I slide on the goggles over my head as the wind is literally blowing us around inside the plane. I officially hate my husband now. His sick humor lead to a surprise skydiving appointment for my 30th birthday. At this point I am [...]
May
08
2009
Thimble by P. J. German ~ep
Vomiting ghosts, you are in deep.
You only (save) the money that
created
you.
Never do you save the drowning. You are blind, to their call;
deaf to our wave.
Palatable proposals plaster you;
yet,
when eaten, they resemble apples.
Snakes bleed from your veins
when you are pricked with truth.
A shard of genuineness would be but a thimble upon your grave.
1.27.09
6.10pm
May
08
2009
The Tale of Love’s Magician by P. J. German ~ep
The fog clung to the forest ground like a tree’s roots cling to the dirt for dear life. Deep in the middle of this dark, foggy forest is a tower where a magician resides. For years, in the highest rooms of the tower, he has been creating potions upon potions and selling them to folks [...]
May
08
2009
Carousel by Rebecca Varley ~ep
Gloomy day. Typical. The children are never satisfied. Screaming and fighting against youth. Little do they know this is the time to treasure. The tracks are especially irritable today, all the corners are jarring. The turns, especially fast. Every passenger too consumed to revere the beauty around, yielding even gloomier perceptions. Even the parents are [...]
May
08
2009
A Morning on the Elevator by Meredith Fuss ~ep
Someone bumped the back of her four inch heel as they shifted to the rear of the elevator as she moved her foot and stepped forward slightly, waiting for her fourteen floor ride to be over so she could escape the mixed scents of people and their obnoxious slurping as they sucked down coffee [...]
May
08
2009
The Rogue by T. J. Glaser ~ep
He creeps along the floor without a sound
A master of deception never to be found
A warrior found only in the darkest night
One that is always out of sight
His footsteps are careful and delicate at best
Always moving, never stopping not even to rest
He slips from the streets and into a home
Sneaking into their humble dome
He arrives [...]