Sarah Gawricki… How to Forget Everything Day 63


How to Forget Everything Day 63

strange little thing.
met a boy who says
the oddest little things
things like
let’s go back to my place & watch something scary
well I’m already doing that so I follow him
watch him putter around a bit
remove my tank top
untwirl the hair from my bun
men love it when the bangs hit the foreskin
cutest little boy
who does the neatest little thing
we never kiss or hold hands
but he just
powerful man
sticks it in
rips it out
I just purr his name
sexy little trick
again & again
with some savagery
while the scary movie plays
exhausted little thing
pulls it out again
& places it so perfectly inside
hot little thing
we move together
we sit in silence
& it was the most miraculous little thing
I looked while he pulled it out
& what do you know
there was he & I on the tip of the
nice little thing
that moved me from my
bizarre little thing
& then
such a fine little exorcism

such a good little thing

out came you.


Sarah Gawricki is an artist from Boulder and the poetry editor of Fat City Review. She has been published in Rogue Zine, Fat City Review, The Bitchin Kitsch, ArtBomb NYC, Illicit Mag, Milkmade Magazine, The Winter Tangerine Review, and The Altar Collective.

Sarah Gawricki was an Issue 4 contributor and she will be the subject of Issue 5’s cover art.

Copyright © 2014 by Sarah Gawricki




John McKernan… Meeting Samuel Beckett At The Mortuary


Meeting Samuel Beckett At The Mortuary

“Glad to see you McKernan. Is this your funeral?”

“No Sir I died several years ago Just dropped by to give you this autographed copy of Keats’s Odes.”

“If I stand here too long listening to you my shadow will cheat these tiny wildflowers of the sunlight streaming from the stars.”

“I have never thought of you as a bloody sundial”

“It goes better with all the darkness one encounters everywhere now. I wonder where it all came from.”

“Great Literature is just one vast apology for not committing suicide”

“You can say that again”

“Great Literature is just one vast apology for not committing suicide”


John McKernan is a retired comma herder. He specialized in depleted semicolons and the repair and recovery of derelict exclamation points. He lives in West Virginia where he edits ABZ Press. His most recent book is Resurrection of the Dust.

Copyright © 2014 by John McKernan




Is It Ever Spring Anymore? … by Doug Draime



Outside the robins return

Pecking the thawing backyard earth

Like benevolent and silent jack hammers

They are relentless, only pausing cautiously

For sounds of human beings: banging crushing

Yelling spewing the arrogance of

Self consumption into the cool polluted air


Doug Draime lives and writes in Ashland, Oregon. His most recent collection of poetry, “More Than The Alley,” was published by Interior Noise Press. He also has two chapbooks available: “Los Angeles” & “Rock” published by Covert Press. He has one poem in Rapoetics Issue 4, Heart Splatters Into Significance

Copyright © 2014 by Doug Draime