Tags postmodern
the new frontierA Poem by Anna AuelGodzilla 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 rootsA Poem by Anna AuelIt 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 eightsA Poem by Anna AuelA poem I wrote for my brother as a wedding gift. |
well...the salmon was goodA Poem by Anna AuelWeddings: 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 Auelshook 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 boardA Poem by Anna AuelI 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 internetA Poem by Anna AuelFor 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 AuelCoin-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 SilkA Poem by Anna AuelThey 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 solitudeA 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 denmarkA Poem by Anna AuelOur kitten three months young missing a tooth begs the question what else is he missing? |
litmus testA Poem by Anna AuelConfess(shins) scrape against the cave tunnel wall&floor clasp close to smother the truth out spreading wings like nail marks a prehis.. |
Curdled AfterbirthA Story by Adam WhiteHi 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 oneA Poem by Anna AuelI 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 wrongA Poem by Don BeeKeeperAlso recorded. http://soundcloud.com/don-beekeeper/when-youre-wrong-spoken-word |
Small ConsecrationA Poem by Soil CreepThe 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 AshbyA Book by CharlyeMonroeBarty Ashby is not a boy. The contents of this book are explicit. It contains graphic violence, graphic sex, vulgarity, suicide, drug use, murder, con.. |
PrologueA Chapter by CharlyeMonroe“I don’t want to end it like this. I don’t think there is any other way.” |
1A Chapter by CharlyeMonroe“They make me look like Chung Lei,” Ren wound buns into her hair. |