Submitted by Angela Peterson This is a poem my best friend wrote for me. Cathy DeanOnce there was a little bird,a happy bird was she. Her name was Cathy Campbell Ann,a pretty bird, indeed. So sublime were Cathy’s feathers,a lovely shade of grayish blue. To see her fly was quite a sight,so pretty as she … [Read more…]
By Crash Wilmot The dripping water brings lucidity,as the soul slowly retracts into the mind.An eye floating above a purple sky.A screeching voice reflects the peace around.Quietly waiting for an answer reached long ago.By a thumbed nose and a forgotten cigarette.Sexually quelled with whip cream,And a Large cherry coke at Perkins,For a dollar and 16 … [Read more…]
By Scott “Scooter” Hedtke Suicide why do it?Because we are all going to die and I for onewant to control that variable, so why not sooner?Because people care about youis the response to be sure.Does that really matter when you’re six feet under?The only aspect is what is after death?Nobody has come back to tell … [Read more…]
By Scott “Scooter” Hedtke Dreams and visions of lost tribesand civilizations dancing among the cloudsWhirlingand twirlingthe rhythmfrantically increasing pacethe dancers, the same.Faster faster never relatingNever ceasingone then anotherA few here, a few therethe dancers passing outin a rush of frenzythe all consuming dancePassion extremisFaster, slower, faster, slowerPerfectly chaotic, the dancersMatch tempo all the dance.Eventually only … [Read more…]
By Scott “Scooter” Hedtke In the dead of the night people andcreatures roam free, without limitationsor restrictions.Wandering and roamingwith reckless abandonthe bringing of chaos and cries ofFill the dreams of the little peopleIn the night where dreams are fulfilledand murders happen.People can hide in the darkness,caress it like a blanketor they can greet it for … [Read more…]
By Chris Wilmot Time is only an illusion in this, my mind.I have found the key to the universe.Chained right outside the prisonBars that have been builtby me, by the world, byall who could have wanted itto not be. I try so faintly to grab the ringupon which the altar of manymillennium of philosophy lies.Like … [Read more…]
By Chris Wilmot A little ink stain,A squiggle signifying nothing.Inspired by too much caffeine,Playing the mind like solitaire. Like a spill of ice water,On a bright flower filteredWith a blue light lens.As if someone really cared. Abstract thoughts flowing,In the ashtray half empty.Or is it really half full?While a child soullessly stares. A Tarot decks … [Read more…]
By Sam Merz Sucking on a little joebummed out I had no place to goSo I met up with a few friendsat a joint called PerkinsTalking to a guy named Matthe invited me to a place I’d never been atThe place was called Crested ButtePicturing mountains so acuteThe other one was called HeatherThey said when … [Read more…]
By Lola Ulvog The raven ran off with some foodHis name is Telly, but he is rude!My feet cry blistering tears,My shoulders sweat while the skin sears.My oatmeal is crunchy, I wonder why,Could it be the sand in everything of mine?Hips and back are bruised,Legs are feeling over used.Stars are plentiful and bright,Shining through the … [Read more…]
By Chad Zaback and Chris Wilmot (respectively) Everything I know now about not knowing 9…To a certain degree I know everything about nothing and there is nothing I don’t know that I could, should, or would want to know or know I knew. However, as I experience technical, mechanical, and out of body experiences, I … [Read more…]