Writing

the new frontier

A Poem by Anna Auel

Godzilla stormed the keep of the 90’s, wild hair angst-ridden music nose-pierced frenzy, he stomped about and screamed and everyone heard ..

pull by the roots

A Poem by Anna Auel

It was Sunday,the first hottest day of the week.The road was bright the houses squinted with the glare.His car, my boyfriend's car has no air conditio..

traffic & weather on the eights

A Poem by Anna Auel

A poem I wrote for my brother as a wedding gift.

well...the salmon was good

A Poem by Anna Auel

Weddings: wheeling and dealing with the bride( the bride’s family the bride’s friends thebride’sthegroom’sthebride’s)..

"a finger in each direction, saying he went thataw..

A Poem by Anna Auel

shook a few great shakes from the salt shaker over my shoulder in the shadow of linoleum, feel like the shaking Quakers drunk on the spirit of a ho..

cutting board

A Poem by Anna Auel

I began this poem with the phrase sliced tuna, a serious grasping at straws�" my boyfriend eyes dropping over my shoulder in the seat ne..

because otherwise we would just surf the internet

A Poem by Anna Auel

For no reason at all It is summer so we walk outside take trips to the gas station The two of you meet for no reason at all (you tell me not s..

would you take forty for the pair?

A Poem by Anna Auel

Coin-op kings professional repairmen of early machines stored in a listing barn propped up by wooden tool boxes wedged in its armpits they..

6-0 Silk

A Poem by Anna Auel

They wanted her for her hands tactile wonders that saw on her behalf here she lies, sawed in half on the table of restraint, struggling to speak..

chevre de la solitude

A Poem by Anna Auel

“I buried my heart beneath your walls the only place I ever felt at home.” crossing the street, admiring the elegant laundress𱉮..

the prince of denmark

A Poem by Anna Auel

Our kitten three months young missing a tooth begs the question what else is he missing?

litmus test

A Poem by Anna Auel

Confess(shins) scrape against the cave tunnel wall&floor clasp close to smother the truth out spreading wings like nail marks a prehis..

Curdled Afterbirth

A Story by Adam White

Hi this actually two separate stories I just pasted together. They're both "Pseudo-Autobiographies." I had some fun with it. Hope it's at least partia..

I don't want a hundred, I just want one

A Poem by Anna Auel

I buried my heart beneath your walls the only place I ever felt at home �"Q postcard-long love note to an elegant laundress ..

when you're wrong

A Poem by Don BeeKeeper

Also recorded. http://soundcloud.com/don-beekeeper/when-youre-wrong-spoken-word

Small Consecration

A Poem by Soil Creep

The sleep threatens to take under a contemplation of cluster chords.Stacks of lines, stacks of lies, compiling into complements of aphrodisitastical i..

BF Chronicles: The Ballad of Barty Ashby

A Book by CharlyeMonroe

Barty Ashby is not a boy. The contents of this book are explicit. It contains graphic violence, graphic sex, vulgarity, suicide, drug use, murder, con..