Walking on Bryn Mawr past the Park… by Jim Davis

 

Walking on Bryn Mawr past the Park

On Tuesday afternoon, something like a shark
splits the bowing limbs and buildings and the moon
appears like a boulder exposing itself in the river
of blue sky and foam. Last night too I was walking
listening to a lecture which connected walking
to thought, and stopped in my shadow as a car
came up behind me, lighting the path and the skunk
ten paces ahead. I turned around, believing in signs
and dropped an online course on Model Thinking
picked one up on Gamification, so I might be better at
splitting endeavors – I remember one winter playing Zombies
Ate my Neighbors while listening to my first Apocalypse
Hoboken album – I tried my best to like cigarettes –
“1999 will be the best New Year’s ever – and Prince will be
a rich man again.” Flight is a funny thing. You take a nap
and wake up somewhere you’ve never been: time, if not
place. In the cedar kitchen of a small clapboard cottage
she is pouring pancake batter onto a skillet. Meanwhile
he is chopping wood. An older woman, setting flatware
on a checkerboard tablecloth held by twin rooster-
shaped candleholders, partridge pepper and salt,
says don’t be so dramatic and he says I am not
hungry as tiny bubbles appear in the batter, as I
iron the crease from my pants, wipe fog from the mirror,
wave to the sharks circling the tree limbs, eyeing eggs
in aeries of braided twigs, hair, and used mint floss –
as she works a spatula under the halfway pancake and flips.

 

Jim Davis is a teacher. He lives in a world where nothing is ordinary. He is passionate about poetry and painting. He graduated from Knox College with a degree in studio art. He has won several poetry contests and has appeared in print multiple times.

Copyright © 2013 by Jim Davis

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

Dream Season… by Derrick Keeton

 

Dream Season

Back to groundwork in silent absentia
Dreaming how music sounds like tears
As they fall from goddess’ cheeks
Or like leaves blown from trees in autumn
Beautiful deluge in red, orange, and yellow
Gives back to the soil our lively toil
Mercy at thrust opens eyes once closed
Makes anew our trust in ourselves
Indisposed, I see those colors transpose
In awakening now to quell
A tender growl of hunger
These days I spend in a state
Of unfettered love cut asunder

 

Derrick Keeton, poet and writer, has been writing since childhood. He has had poetry published online and in print anthologies such as Black Petals, Carcinogenic Poetry, and Midwest Literary Magazine. He lives in Athens, Tennessee, is a loner and enjoys reading, exploring cinema and the occasional drink. Growing up as a military “brat” he was able to travel and see the world, giving way to much of his early inspiration. THE VOID, his first publication, is available through Wisdom Twins Books (UK). Upcoming work will be appearing in Drunken Absurdity issue 1 on sale at the link (s) below. Evoking dark and and ambivalent themes, Keeton explores the blurred lines between good and evil…

Copyright © 2013 by Derrick Keeton

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Crepuscule… by Peter Marra

 
 

crepuscule

naked spirits invited to the burning buildings

see black weather flights of skin.

a feast begins and a slow dance
truncated.

noise has diminished.

a pity that’s told over and over again to their offspring is

surgically applied to memory:

leather thongs torturing eyeballs

their lids woven tightly together – a time for time.

a cold endeavor.

venture outside and see the blackness.

a room: a red oval shape turning many times over.

the quality adjusted the life of the disease,

drawn out over a bed of nails.

it endures as a massive, gargling convulsion.

a whimpering.

 

Peter Marra is from Williamsburg Brooklyn. Born in Brooklyn, he lived in the East Village, New York from 1979-1993 at the height of the punk – no wave movement. Peter has had a lifelong fascination with Surrealism, Dadaism, and Symbolism. His poems explore alienation, sex, love, addiction, havoc, secrets, and obsessions often recounted in an oneiric filmic haze. A surrealist and Dadaist, he was first published in Maintenant 4 and has had approximately 50 poems published in the past year in the following journals, amphibi.us, blue and yellow dog, Breadcrumb Scabs, Calliope Nerve, Caper Literary Journal, Carcinogenic, Carnage Conservatory, Clutching At Straws,Crash, Danse Macabre, dark chaos, farthermost dream, Indigo Rising Magazine, L.E.S.Review, mad swirl, Maintenant 4, Maintenant 5, negative suck, Sex and murder, Subliminal Interiors, Sweet Flowery Roses, The Beatnik, the vein, Why Vandalism?, Yes Poetry, Petrichor, Phantom Kangaroo, Unlikely, Apocrypha And Abstractions, Pipe Dreams, including an interview in Yes,Poetry. Among his influences are Tristan Tzara, Paul Eluard, Edgar Allan Poe, Russ Meyer, and Roger Corman.

Copyright © 2012 by Peter Marra