William James Lindberg is more of a word musician than a page poet. The experience of words oscillating through his bones is the kindling that feeds the fire of his lifework. In his eight years as a Seattle resident, he performed poetry at nearly every venue hosted in dive bars and cafés in the city. He also performed poetry for a stint on street corners at Seattle’s famous Pike Place Market. Before leaving Seattle, William designed a writer’s workshop that assists individuals to manufacture inspiration and instructed it at Seattle Central Community College. William currently resides in rural Oregon between the townships of Willamina and Grand Ronde where he plays with words on penheadpress.blogspot.com and is building an age old dream of starting a publishing business.
Products, organizations, and pen names that (were created by and) belong to William James Lindberg: Poor Saps Press, Red Pen, Judah Fischer, pen head press, William James, Penhead Press, Randomly Accessed Poetics, and Penhead Comics.
aas jag dance pluto
aas ut oi pe
aas aloud we hail pluto
cum be tin dance, sail
aas flame aloud and hail pluto
no dour skit no qat kit
no bunt piety no un tin
no ee no dee
dour zone your cage your orey-flame
aas lice dee dogs and dance
aas cage aloud your jail
hero, be am pe dee
hero, beer am qi
wienies, wienies bunt piety
aas pluto aas qi
aas nod cum cager zones
aas hail your flames
aa cum sail cum sail pluto
The words as they were played: Oxen, dee / do / ex / ee, jag / dog, jail, beer, Aas / aa / dogs, nod / ro, aloud, dour, node / hero, be / dance, oi / in / un, cage, am / cum, qat, tin / qi, lice, liners, zone / el, wienies / els, ‘ey / it / we / piety, licer / orey, oh / hail, flame, kit, of / lo / if, vows / skit, ut / lot, bunt, cager, pe / po
Copyright © 2010 by Art Eddie
There is no mathematical proof for love
no OS map to recovery.
Too many footprints in the snow treading water
too many blank faces that follow
without pausing to gauge the wind
or crush a leaf in their fingers.
But every person has a name,
every tree, every flake of snow…
Your hands search for my keys
and jazz grows through their fingers.
I want to feel the weight
of you, on me.
to mark my heart this night.
I hold your purple coat –
As it grows heavy
with copper coins.
Winston Plowes lives aboard his floating home in Calderdale with his lucky black cat, Fatty. He teaches creative writing and his collection of surrealist poetry Telephones, Love Hearts & Jellyfish, Electric Press was published in 2016.
Copyright © 2017 by Winston Plowes
Don’t come at night. God closes doors and then opens them right up. I start remembering all those incidents on the news. The violence. Teeth getting knocked out. I’m sick of this (expletive). The dog knew it was coming. He started barking and jumped off the bed. Then the house started shaking. It felt like I was on a boat in choppy seas. Someone asked, “Is it true that whenever you walk on the streets, you get stabbed?” My 85-year-old neighbor still remembers how painful it was. We’re not really going to know that, though, without some combination of a time machine and an experiment we can’t do.
All the Doo-dah Day
We’ve probably found the oldest smiley emoji. As for the interpretation, you may certainly choose your own. None of it makes sense. It’s like my legs have carried me here by themselves. We don’t have a grasp on what the mechanism is yet. The real soldiers wear rags on their faces. I’m looking, but I don’t see my child. Things happen to people, and people don’t really understand how easily those things can happen. First they’re an animal, then they’re a volcano, then they’re playing with their cat, then they’re making songs, then they don’t finish the song and they’re jumping into the void from an elevated point.
Howie Good, a journalism professor at SUNY New Paltz, is the author of The Loser’s Guide to Street Fighting, winner of the 2017 Lorien Prize for Poetry from Thoughtcrime Press, and Dangerous Acts Starring Unstable Elements, winner of the 2015 Press Americana Prize for Poetry. He co-edits White Knuckle Press with Dale Wisely.
Copyright © 2017 by Howie Good