Willie Lepers by Norman Ball

Funny Music Video

The Baby by Jeff Crouch and Christopher Woods

Artwork/poetry

SOMETIMES I WISH I WAS STILL ON THE GLIDER ON THE SCREENED PORCH by Lyn Lifshin

before traffic was no
more than a soft lull
beyond the elm trees,
ice clinking in frosty
glasses, my mother
still in 4 inch heels.

1 out of 6 by by Rob Plath

bukowski said
he punched out
one great poem in
every six

those are pretty
good odds

that means you gotta
keep banging them out
shitty or not to
get to that 1 in the 6

suffering and its proximity by David Mclean

they write that our awareness of the suffering
of others is deadened by distances
and i agree, you really have to see it
for it to be funny, that's why we have
TV

The Recipe by Emme Hor

1. keep on my knees
2. look him in the eye
3. rub his ego all night
4. cook up his soul

Sometimes Suicidal by Aimee DeLong

SPIDER BITES

I am Spider.
In 1960 I learned
to crawl.
In 1940 I woke up
with spider bites.

Last Night at Southport by Justin Hyde

tell her i'm a butterfly
with sixteen wings
beating in
succinct
anarchy.

microwave popcorn haiku by Pete Lee

pop. pop. pop, pop, pop,
poppoppoppoppoppoppop
pop, pop, pop. pop. pop.

Oh the sun of first is horrible, draw.

the remainder I give
to close below pale
a sun through words
is mirror like wings

of endless together moon
and heart taken breath
in way for rhythm
it sounds broken love

 

Oh the chart it is horrible, draw.

the broken moon way
to mirror for words
a breath endless sun
is remainder through pale

of close below sounds
and love taken wings
in heart give together
it rhythm like I

 

Oh it does with sun horribly

the pale close heart
to endless like sun
a way love mirror
is taken through words

of sounds I moon
and together give broken
in wings below rhythm
it breath for remainder  

 

egg

café was egg. rooms burst
in sight when asked for toilet
not bathroom. puppy spins
in middle of road, clearly lost
a long time. the ladies'.
mirrors on wall like space
completely different. she found
egg among expensive, pretty
homes. woman doing bio
chem; higgledy piggledy
lounge. tiny tomatoes swell
tight, matching bacon, button
mushrooms. tea: hot, sweet, traditional.
entire space a kind of accidental
art. black incomplete maps behind
cha's hand. path creates breakups – let's walk
backwards. worried about condoms. bridget
jones's diary. and then to her shock
did a shit suddenly, in the middle. could
have broken? cappuccino frothed
in eggshaped cups. thought u knew
why

 

THE SLIGHT PERFECTIONS
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