by Sukamati
May 24, 2010 in Writing
There’s a fire in my belly.
by saltmarsh
May 17, 2010 in Poetry
Walking along the cusp of ocean and shore,
overturning notions
I can’t envision, the honking buoy
serves notice that at any time
the wind may change,
the reef-bell clatters
its treble monotone, deaf as Cassandra
to any note but warning. The ocean,
cumbered by no business more urgent
than keeping open old accounts
that never balanced,
goes on shuffling its millenniums
of quartz, granite, and basalt. Read the rest of this entry →
by Gypsy
May 13, 2010 in Poetry
I saw tendrils of blood
reaching out of my brewing teabag
in the pale fluorescent light
of indoor echo electricity,
Blood in my tea as Tom Waits belted out odes
to a 1974 Saturday Night,
his hearts and ghosts playing down
like midnight sky’s diamonds on his windshield,
Blood flowing into my tea
like those dreams where you swim in the sky
and can see yourself
through everyone else’s eyes, Read the rest of this entry →
