Help Save Portland Poetry Slam! →
Dear PD’ers, For those of you who don’t know, one of our beloved community houses was robbed and the entire Portland Poetry Slam fund was lost. That’s over $7000. That money sends our poets to Nationals, as well as making it possible to hold a plethora of events here. These events are like Christmas to many, and it would be a real tragedy if we were unable to continue them. ...
Via Eirean Bradley: In the interest of staying open and honest with our community: Tonight during the slam, The pointy house (where Eirean, Robyn, Brian, and Bryan live) was broken into and robbed. Thankfully no one was hurt and the lovely house that we call a home was not vandalized or damaged. The big deal is that the portland poetry slam fund was stolen as well as every laptop in the house....
(Because L.R. Dalby sux dix.) (And is on school crunch time.) (And has procrastinated. A lot.) (So you should check out PD’s archives, because, man oh my oh man, there is some talent up in there.) (PD will be back up soon, never fear. Das finals week is rearing its ugly head, but I shall slay the beast!) (<3)
OF COMMUNICATIVE MOTION THESE DRUMS
FELINO A. SORIANO ====== - PAUL MOTIAN - Agone the elongated rendition a smallish diversion excavated climbed as the vine interprets winged commotion this speed of complex blurred thread architected smoke twirl of the motional debate: dance within an against stance of multilingual understanding these arms and wooden minds erupting into tangents of structural undulations. - ART...
STYLE RITUALS OF PURGATORY
PETER MARRA ====== (The devil dolls were singing about Françoise Dorleac lying amongst the midnight flowers fondling her memories after the Renault pyre.) - She and I hid in our room we watched as her face described sumptuous polychromed interiors where she had reveled in public disgrace. - She made a statement: “I have a surprise for you!” - (“We’re not...
DANIEL J. CALFO ====== It’s where all my big ideas come from, dreaming. Their heads were slightly bowed but not so much as to hide their eyes. All the feelings of fog and rain but nothing of the weather. No setting; it’s not missing, just pale in comparison, frightened with the weight of it all. They knew that I knew. I was getting up from something. I’d been fighting...
THERE WAS A MAN
ZACK N. LOPICCOLO ====== With a red rusted Honda civic and house that both had leaks when it rained and neighbors that would impulsively fight loud enough to break diamonds and bleed-out ears that made him too scared to call the police. - There was a car-crash look in his eyes when he attempted to confront the festively-plump boss. Sweat rolled down his forehead like...
MICHAEL ALLEN ====== Dawn displays the obvious perfection of a world where only humanity feels incomplete. Androids of impulse our two eyes often separate the one vision from another. Running the opposite direction the globe is spinning pursued by ghosts of defeat. Who clings to its mind like a starving child still clings to the body of its dead mother. ====== Michael Allen is a local...
QUOTES FOR ILLUSTRATIONS OF STILLETOS
PETER MARRA ====== Living life as a guinea pig in a 3-headed dead-pressing touting the leather clothing, a disease with the appearance of a dagger most comprehensive. - Patent leather reprisals split them in two - deeper into relaxation deeper into silence they stared at each of us - voyeurs hounded by a street light as we passed by, an exposure ignited then detonated not sure...
I’ve included a link in the side bar to the space in the internet where I used to write about cool things for about a week and then just started reblogging funny pictures, Doctor Who, and Sherlock. It’s under “l.r. dalby reblogs and rambles”. Once in a blue moon I put deep shit on it. But usually it is dedicated to the BBC, animals wrapped in blankets so they look like...
WITH TWILIGHT ON HIS LIPS
CHASE PERSON ====== You used to glow. A magnificent sunny white that gathered in the corners of my eyes, bleached my bones clean of self doubt and destruction. I knew you biblically. With golden feathers sprouting from your shoulder blades you whispered me words of wisdom and truth. I saw you my prophet, lord almighty, big man in the sky, and I was proud to call you father. You washed the earth...
DEAR PIPE DREAMERS,
Dear Writers and Artists, I am shutting down PIPE DREAM and converting it into a blog about “Purritos”. That’s when you wrap a cat up like a burrito and take a picture of it. Please send in submissions of your favorite purrito moments! *Note: Requesting a purrito of the Calico variety. Rare and exotic cats are a plus! Can you fit a jaguar in a sleeping bag? Do it and submit...
STORIES V! →
Dear avid readers, A personal favorite of mine, Scott McClanahan’s “Stories V!” is available for FREE via Amazon Kindle until Monday to celebrate the book’s one year anniversary. This is a wonderful gift, believe me. It is a work of literature that pains you to put it down and stop reading because it is so beautiful, stark, honest, and human. A sumptuous collection of...
ATTENTION WRITERS AND ARTISTS,
I have been receiving a plethora of lovely submissions from all of you and I am so grateful for your time. I wanted to add a little reminder that submissions should be sent to this link: http://pipedream.submishmash.com/submit. If submissions are simply emailed to me, there is the possibility of them being accidentally overlooked. Thank you, L.R. Dalby Founder
Hey, remember that time...
I said PD was accepting submissions? Well, it’s true. I have gotten a handful of lovely pieces and need more for the Spring author/artist roster. Please send your works over so people can drool all over them. ^^^Depiction of someone appreciating your work. Xoxo, L.R. Dalby
Writers and Artistes,
PIPE DREAM is accepting submissions for the Springtime, lovelies! Send your brain babies to the PD Nursery! Simply click on the “submissions” link to the left! XXX, L.R. Dalby Founder
PIPE DREAM is going to take a brief hiatus so that I can convalesce and regain my strength that has been sapped by pneumonia. My next days will be filled with sleep, sleep, soup, and more sleep. I’ll be back in a flurry of edited pieces and daily posts soon. See you in a few days! Love, L.R. Dalby Founder
KEVIN RIDGEWAY ====== The fire of summer is put out by the shimmering quilt of color blanketing the autumn world, and the mania of autumn is frozen in time by the cold bitch of winter’s frost this mind slows into a jazzy downturn of horn solos and sadistic drum clatters rumble across the blacktops of a cold space of dreams that linger from the uncertain rants of the mind— holidays come and...
GENTLENESS OF MENDING
JOHN SWAIN ====== White thread separates on the knife to retie edges torn at the collar of my shirt. Gentleness of mending alone at home in the evening like when mother sang at the window. The vessel on the table holds a flower of snow to remember close warmth like blood on the cloth for the appearance I feign together with a thimbleful. ====== John Swain lives in Louisville, Kentucky. Thunderclap...
DIANE CAMBERN ====== This cosmic affair leaves a hollow morning-after taste. Daylight shredding your fingers from my skin; my lips left stumbling over the outline of your name. - (a tiger is crouching where my heart last was - gaze blazing fierce and true, golden eyes piercing through forests of lies… Schrodinger’s cat lives within me and you) - 1,099 – every single one – nights have...
THE OTHER SIDE OF DISTANCE
ROY COUGHLIN ====== We drove through most of the night, through most of Texas, through eight CDs and a mixtape you made for an ex, but you couldn’t remember which. We drove through hunger, fatigue, amphetamines, fatigue, hunger. We drove through a Carl’s Jr. at 6 AM, it was hot and cheap. We drove over cliffs but they were mirages, the heat making lines on the pavement, we drove over...
DAVID SCOTT POINTER ====== If Che Guevara had saddled up like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, the CIA, Green Beret and Bolivian Army might still be in hot, haggard pursuit, everyone needing a buffalo horn flask, cutting the parched into liquid perfection, everybody on duty powering through their small parts in global expansion until their blood pressure’s high, and earning potential’s low, and...
TYLER ATWOOD ====== A photograph, conjuring your lush horseplay hips. My ravenous criminal forgets forgiveness, aperture disturbed innocence. You radiant runaway, we giant parched monoliths, disguised robots, eternal. ====== Tyler Atwood facilitates a writing workshop each week before the Portland Poetry Slam. He also works full time as a grocery clerk on a night crew in downtown Portland. He...
Happy Valentine's Day from PIPE DREAM. →
Here is a love song. XXX, L.R. Dalby Founder P.S. I am sexually attracted to all of you.
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT,
Smalldoggies Press is having a bitchin’ competition to win a FREE copy of their new book! Aggh! Excite! Excite! All you have to do is write a false/true story about a fight between brothers/siblings and post it to their wall @ http://www.facebook.com/smalldoggiespress I posted one just now that ya’ll can read: “ONCE UPON A TIME IN MEXICO”. I forgot to do that...
I am pleased to announce that my friends, The Sparrow Ghost Collective, are gearing up to create their second anthology of poetry. This up and coming publishing company has heart, wit, and balls. I see great things in their future. I highly recommend that you look them up if you haven’t already by visiting their facebook at...
DEAR PORTLAND POETS,
I want you to make a video of your spoken word and participate in THE SHANGHAI TUNNELS PROJECT. Reasons to do this: 1) 300 DOLLAR CA$H PRIZE. 2) FAME. 3) NO ENTRY FEE. 4) WHY THE HELL NOT? THE SHANGHAI TUNNELS PROJECT is a collaboration between HAL PUBLISHING OF SHANGHAI CHINA , UNSHOD QUILLS OF PORTLAND, OREGON, and Monica Storss to produce a cross-cultural, trans-Pacific video poetry film...
THOMAS R. THOMAS ====== Gram Parsons is burning in the Desert. They brought him back there after stealing him from LAX. - At that time I was thinking of you. I had asked you to the concert. I had gone with Claire to the Forum to spend the night and party, to buy tickets. - I should have asked Claire, but I liked you. - He stole you from me at the concert. I should have been mad. The Who were there...
TYLER ATWOOD ====== I sometimes wonder if waiting for the click of the camera - to blink cheats the photograph of thieving the soul - as some believe or if wrong - do I start to feel bleached out and rice paper thin - like a sleepy album of old polaroids - forgotten by everyone who ever claimed love me, - would it be any worse than clutching vagabond - without even the prerequisite...
PNEUMONIA SUX DIX.
Dear PD’ers, I have a nasty case of pneumonia at the moment and will be updating every other day for the time being. This will allow me to give submissions the time and attention to detail that they deserve. If you have submitted work, expect to hear back from me within the next two weeks. Thank you for bearing with me and supporting das magazine! Best regards, L.R. Dalby Founder
BEAUTIFY WITH ENHANCIVE ORCHESTRATION
FELINO A. SORIANO ====== - of Reading - Times this second momentum awakened gesture her left hand smile antagonizes loneliness. Inherent question: POSITIVE this interrelated bodily occupation? Cut curiosity portended temporal togetherness, attractive perhaps. - of Cognizing - Daydream duration right of noon’s elongated stereotype. Departure certain this recollected...
FLOURISHES OF HALF DOLLAR RENOWN
RON KOPPELBERGER ====== The sole resemblance of chance and need, wont and waiting freedom, was a struggle in scarlet battles of wine and snakes that shorn confederate passages allow. He considered the wisdom of promise and pose, able arts and existence. The half dollar fell to the concrete and the wind sang, tiny tempests swirled in the rain tinctured sunshine spears of light. The coin spun on the...
THE ENAMORED TUG
ASHLEY LACKSTROM ====== Ever feel that tug? That yank when you feel the fibers separate All you can do is lick the wound And hope the fanatical tirade ceases When your breath is shallow Your heart, heaves interminably When emotions are enamored What does one listen to? A fickle heart? Or a hardened mind? ====== Ashley Lackstrom is an old friend of PIPE DREAM. One of the first to be published. Look...
MISS LAKEISHIA SINGS THE BLUES
DONAL MAHONEY ====== Listen, mister, you’re a guest at the Night Owl Club so you can sit here all night long, tip me after every song, buy me scotch till the final gong but none of this will help. - You’ll still go home alone unless some other lady has a need to make her rent and sees the opportunity you offer. It won’t be me; I can’t be bothered. I need a different kind of...
BEGGING FOR INTERRUPTION
D.N.A. MORRIS ====== “I’m all right,” she heard herself say abruptly, surprised by the calmness of her voice. No one could look at her after that. They looked at the ceiling, the bendable desk lamp, the painting of a distant sailboat hanging slightly askew, the flower and triangle patterned linoleum, the stainless steel tray, the uneaten mash-potatoes that were too-white, the electric socket...
Q: Who’s there? A: Submissions. Q: Submissions who? A: I want more January. Q: I want more January Submissions? A: Yep. You read me folks. It is time to clicketty clack away on that dusty keyboard of yours and submit some brainchildren to the PIPE DREAM nursery where they can grow big and strong and learn how to properly use scissors and keep their underwear on. Eh, maybe not the last...
TYLER BIGNEY ====== Kerouac sent me halfway across the country my thumb in the air my heart lodged in my throat, not finding love but the wind at my back was good enough. I blew my money in a late night diner somewhere in the prairies not because I was hungry, but to chit-chat with the waitress with black hair cut into bangs and the pink snake tattoo on her left ankle. Tricking myself...
DENA RASH GUZMAN: MOVES and SHAKES in SHANGHAI
PIPE DREAM’s L.R. Dalby interviews Ms. Guzman on HALiterature, the new book, “MIDDLE KINGDOM UNDERGROUND”, and her experiences with the literary scene behind the Great Wall. ====== 1. An indie literary scene has flourished behind the great wall, years after the cultural revolution in China. Can you explain the atmosphere of the readings during your stay there? How has HAL...
HAL PUBLISHING's "MIDDLE KINGDOM UNDERGROUND"
PIPE DREAM takes a closer look at release party of epic proportions, straight out of Shanghai, China. ====== Shanghai based independent English language publishing house, HAL Publishing (www.haliterature.com), released their second anthology of short stories, “MiddleKingdom Underground - Short Stories From the People’s Republic of - “,on Dec. 3, 2011. The themes of the book are vice...
ZACK N. LOPICCOLO ====== We smoke cigarettes until the colors begin to smear on the horizon like an impressionist painting. - The palm trees are Pall Mall scented and pine cone colored and we care for only for our perversely pessimistic needs, like two penguins without snow. - I asked if you enjoyed the water tones that the smog makes in the smog-salty morning of the docks, you just winked and...
TYLER ATWOOD ====== Signs like this one are more of a suggestion around these parts anyway, and the sheet metal so full of blue sky buckshot you aren’t sure how long ago it was more than target practice. Let me be clear. We killed the last of the frontier long ago, but if you look close enough at the open palms that greet you on gravel roads in rural Montana, you will find calluses that...
EMILY J. COUSINS ====== My grandma caught fireflies. But she skipped the jar, grabbed the wings, separated the thorax and held the pieces of their glowing bodies. - She liked the light, liked to wear it on her finger as a ring until it faded. - She promised me she didn’t mean it, eighty some years later. Once she knew what she had done she lamented their death, almost as much as their...
DID YOU SEE THAT?
JOHN GROCHALSKI ====== Midnight, standing in the the Best Western Bay Ridge. Haven’t slept in two days, waiting for our Spanish friends to check-in when she walks into the lobby. Golden hair swept slut style, golden shirt dangling off of her tanned shoulders, golden skirt going almost to her crotch, exposing the sculpted legs of the gods, high heels clacking in the marble lobby as her ass...