`SparrowSong
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The Aesthetics of SlugsNo one loves slugs. Scientists say it best: stomach-foot,The Aesthetics of Slugs
creeping sac of pus. The blimp-bodies and their wakes of snot are like a sick child
wiping their nose on your sleeve. The shiver and wrinkle of their skin
is not worth their weight in salt but the sun will desiccate them anyway,
to prunes or a cat’s excrement. To find them in the grass is akin
to discovering a pickled finger in your garden, ridge-backed
as if slimed through a grater, fat, mottled, and bloated
like a leech without teeth, headsta
in Open on 4/7/08
DustHer sunken cheekbones give her an air of the ethereal. I watch her some days, cradling her child in delicate arms. Sometimes her eyes meet mine. They do not pierce. I do not fall into them. Her eyes are dark, her skin is dusty, and she looks like a fairy stealing away an infant. I could try to help her, but she would kill me.Dust
I sit in the tower every day, scanning for plagues on the horizon. I have not seen a plague yet. Sometimes I watch the people outside. They all look uniform and brown, as if made from the same clay, but o
in Perspectives on 3/26/08
The Sparrow meets the CityI did not believe in firmly webbed nests that captured the sky as solid as ice. I did not believe in death without rot, the copses of ribs &The Sparrow meets the City
in Literature Submissions on 2/28/08
Good-byeIt plays in our footsteps, the sigh of necks and shoulders, your hair gasping against itself: a loosed violin. My bowed headGood-bye
requests rain. A sewer grate lit by streetlamps is a band of gold too brilliant to look at, an eclipse
ringing like the rim
of a moistened wineglass.
“So.” Our hands grasp, our chests press, coats rasping as needles on records, then draw away slowly, a last fermata like the decrescendo of the moon. The song ends. Rain has not come. I pace cobblestones, waiting; you enter a pub, cradle
in Open on 1/29/08
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3:37.3:37
the cool night breeze that lifts the sheaves
of paper off my desktop breathes
an admonition, whispers "seize
the night, the water, take your leave
of study, senescent and dour
breathe the fugitive dark hours."
candle-still, the most serene
impermanent and evergreen
is outside, inside there's a screen
strip lighting and a coke machine
and me, and my despondent rut
that makes me pull the curtains shut.
by ~LazyLinePainterJohn
Baking Through Suicide“Suicide,” I say, “is the easy way out. “No,” she says, “the front door is the easy way out. This is a lot more difficult.” I hear the wind down the phone I’m speaking to her on and I wonder where she is.Baking Through Suicide
“Suicide is not the answer,” I continue. “Who’s asking questions?!” she retorts, getting angry. I’m cradling the phone on my shoulder as I stir the cake mix. Even my sister’s imminent suicide can’t stop cake.
“I think you need to talk to someone,” I say, trying to calm her down. “Well I’m talking to you right now and all it’s doing it pissing me off,” she shouts, “I don’t think talking
by ~deviantkupo
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