The seventh issue of melancholia's tremulous dreadlocks is live, featuring
work by:
Anne Heide - Brian Mornar - Chris Tonelli - Daniela Olszewska - Ellen
Kennedy - Kathleen Rooney - Michael Rerick - Tao Lin - Tim Earley
art by Adrian Landon Brooks
mtd is a biweekly online poetry journal edit
In the company of Poets
So many of these make me smile --
And I get to say so.
Makes me feel like a poet too
and it's fun
And nobody says OK enuff
now run on
nobody dreams outward, they rely on this picture: a rigid tree forced to
stall. this is sensibly structured for stopping, in a breath,
nobody dreams outward, they rely on this picture: a rigid tree forced to
stall. this is sensibly structured for stopping, in a breath, while the
rain extends. a sentence bubbles within this dire crucible called latent
television, and we sing of joyous dishsoap. bending the rules complies
with r
redistribution neo jersey the anarchy ictures -- less gossip
passe m Chinese lantern on."h province. bisector bunt by-and-by
nory coterie cylindrical or our l uh-huh businesswoman nonsmoking
flock wheeler-dealer avail wrinkle self-discipline draftsmanship
flannel transom tere misled penalties
it's a beautiful world, your friend is dying. absolute leaves from the
ghost of trees blast off to the wind choice. now and then, running
around in rain, you stop for cinders. it's a beauty to the world, dead
as your friend. then you reach all those poles that measure here and
there. you climb
This is devastating news, Brad was a good friend & had just spent a long weekend here at Dreamtime a few months ago. ~mIEKAL -- Forwarded message --From: nick <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>Date: Oct 28, 2006 1:30 AMSubject: brad will rip To: e <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>just in case you hadn't he
October 12, 2006, when the light snowfall
began, I videotaped a few sequences -- just to have on hand for future projects.
. .
http://www.sporkworld.org/Deed/surprise/october_surprise.html
Martha Deed
Chuck and the newbies around the twenty gallon mixer. "Never, NEVER
turn it on without checking its on low speed." He pushes the button. A
column of salsa erupts to, showers from, the ceiling. "Now clean that
up!" he deadpans.
40 words, 40 years
365 days, 365 people
http://www.logolalia.com/40x365
