the wrestling with a frogwoman issue
winter 2000
art from
nudes 1 - au dela du paraitre
by Jean Vallette
I was wrestling with a frogwoman, saying No under the grasping sheets, but she was all over me in a gelid, muscular wriggling. And, of course, there was no speaking
daryl scroggins
A woman with eyebrows and an appropriate
mole that suggests her name should be Colette just
walked by.
elizabeth b. cho
Put out of their misery on greeting cards or in political speech,
And finally dangled as mangled nouns, now verbs. I try, instead, to shape the word with my hands.
viola weinberg
One restless night in a Psycho motel, shower steam rescrawled a mirror-note: "Linda: forgive me, I couldn't—Hal." barry spacks
The book is my only reminder that I cannot take care of this man, this extraordinary accident, this mess.
bryan tomasavich
I know you're going to nibble the guy down the
hall... at just this moment your eyes have the
same look as the night you told me... I was
hungry and then I wasn't.
kevin sampsell
the play’s the
ding, or dong—the collars rise at dawn, there are
phallic astral projections, a cosmic looping, animals
without backbones, or front bones, or any bones
marc kipniss
Here the greater illusions were built. Common
screws and paste comprised a cartilage of
miracles.
patrick ehlen
Are you Egon? In the dream, I walk through decades as easily as
rooms. to convey the point, shape the broccoli into a pyramid.
ron silliman
it’s decidedly unsexy to be a fan of ashes or other soldierly
buck downs
"I want to caress you," he says into the
microphone. "I want to slip my hand inside the
buttons of that ridiculous blouse.
matt marinovich
my goatee is another me I rarely talk about and only grow inside my face for one dental hygienist in town
gerard crinnin
There was light in Provincetown then—a shine on the method, how pink
or wide the investment, should we ever have to deal between Picasso and Matisse.
bill berkson
And if you’re going
to be part of this world, if you’re going to join, you
might as well get rid of the quotation marks and the
efforts at distance; you might as well accept that
this is your language now, too.
cynthia weiner
Dim Sum in the heart of the Russian Diaspora, Richmond District, SF ... how poets look strange on T.V... "Opera" Winfrey, Martha Graham, Dan Rather are not poets (one unifying thought might help) michael rothenberg
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