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...
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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...