Maurice Oliver
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The important words are underlined by Maurice Oliver
Did I ever tell you about the time oil from/ a leaky canister seeped into my thoughts/ then expressed its dissatisfaction with my/ sexual life.
Nonesuch Dreams and Wills by Ray Succre
Her discovery of him will also be gradual/ [X=X+1]; she does not startle anymore./ She has been alive [cavity] before.
He: How we gonna do it?
She: Don’t ask me, you’re the one with the gun
He: Can’t use the gun.
She: Why?
He: Never bought any bullets...visual art centered around one dietary staple
Sometimes Suicidal by Aimee DeLong
Sometimes a suicidal person fixes her hair. Sometimes she looks in the mirror to smooth it. Sometimes she goes four days without washing it.
Last Night at Southport by Justin Hyde
tell her i'm a butterfly
with sixteen wings
beating in
succinct
anarchy.dance a line by Sophia Kidd
i get stuck thinkin' of words/ and meanings of you and of him/ the smell of leaf/ on dirt
Expectant Look. Deliberate Attempt.
Can I be very candid?
OK, first off I favor the reinstatement of the cast system.
I strongly believe that ditches belong between thighs and
that organic food talks with a lisp.
A good splash though a rain puddle is the only way to find
the ultimate truth.
Grapefruits should come with their own spoons and burnt
toast ought to have its own national holiday. Train whistles
should be banned worldwide. On the other hand, warm milk
at bedtime should be mandatory and mattresses ought to
know at least one lullaby.
There never has been a need for pen caps or things dyed
green. I prefer to have my life’s road map tattooed on my
lower eyelid and detest alarm clocks.
What else. O yeah, I feel it would be better if the government
discontinued minting pennies, so long as they replaced them
with Velcro. Zippers are just so “prehistoric“.
The Important Words Are Underlined
Did I ever tell you about the time oil from
a leaky canister seeped into my thoughts
then expressed its dissatisfaction with my
sexual life. Or what about the time a wisp
broom popped-up out of my shoulder and
then preceded to brush the dandruff away.
Then there was the time I drew a circle in
my bathroom mirror with shaving cream
and Beethoven’s Fifth came pouring out
through it. See what always happens when
you unfurl the celestial flag of pure astral
physiognomy from vast dripping muzzles.
Automatically a one-horned unicorn will
appear, and you can bet your lift it’s been
dry cleaned and disinfected first. Now, sit
back and feet up like a sunrise.
Biography
After almost a decade of working as a freelance photographer in Europe, Maurice Oliver returned to America in 1990. Then, in 1995, he made a life-long dream reality by traveling around the world for eight months. But
instead of taking pictures, he recorded the experience in a journal which eventually became poems. And so began his desire to be a poet. His poetry has appeared in numerous national and international publications and literary websites including Potomac Journal, Pebble Lake Review,
Taj Mahal Review (India), Dandelion Magazine (Canada), Stride Magazine (UK), and online at thievesjargon.com, interpoetry.com (UK), kritya.com (India), blueprintreview.de (Germany), and is forthcoming in The Arabesques Review (Algeria). His forth chapbook, "One Remedy Is Travel" was published in August '07 at Origami Condom. The editor of the ezine Concelebratory Shoehorn Review (www.concelebratory.blogspot.com) he lives in Portland, Oregon, where he works as a private tutor.
