poem || John M. Bennett

SOON


nope the plunger cor ah
nek id lap pretender
fog ~ my nates an loo
ming lungch !)the cap
raised a coatl ~comes t
he runny crowd the
streaking ~ smoke ,bullhorns
<< •••• yr knot frying
in my └eg ,,, I named
a moth smeared on
wa//

tower where the stones
rained ●● down the win
dow in my thigh □ your
tongue Ų retraction tubes
clattering in the gu
tter I bared my n
eck clock off swam ≈
“la isolación nombrada”
es mi pierna izquierda do
nde el cielo se revela
finito

“...le cortaron la lengua tronada”

haibun || Sheila E. Murphy

Takes a Wife

This most exhausting sentence broths on toward completion of one's life, says he.
You mimic me. You fault line everywhere I have. The mensch I thought I was lies
down in hammock, disabusing selves of thoughts concerning safety. Here we are,
and there I go, thinks he. The portion of the plate devoted to the vegetables
expands beyond the fruit, the grain. Sandpipers take the mind off sand. The sky
becomes all that exceeds beneath-ment in so many words. She's central and she's
prompt. She's here on time. She norms her way through others' time. I want to go
into a question where I leave my mark, and lose the interrogative, says he. I want
to find a self that I can be, as singular as March. I want to point out what has
been bequeathed to me, and give it up before I give it time. I want to father
something sweet. I watch the feathers from my situation comedy address the branches
and the future heat. I want to sever ties to tone deaf fracas, and attain
bewildered ways. I want to loofa obligations, breathe out safety while the norms
shake off my bother. Back to life and back to dreams and back to music, I will
overtake reputed moons. To month the whole way through the dowry and consider
myself whole as healed, apart from brothers, uncles, quaintness, aunts. That stance.

Shimmy as a solitary inkling, something often left upon the off-white page

Sheila E. Murphy

text || John Pursch

Rabble-de-Raze


Nay, ye antideluvian cider welch, ill alarng we've beknownst that cinder's lone besmirchin' wave, sinkin' low the crunch o' bone and wrack-o-rocks ye sing so well, as only ye canst dewline, doodle-do. Arg, conflatee, yer hidin' less than null wavelets, bay; thinks yerself opaque, do ye? Fancies yer mates a buncha idiots, a mob o' squealin' marans? Aye, seein' through it all and then some, we are, down to the slop, boy; the garbage pail has ye sussed, the shanks o' dead whale hast yer bleedin' number, doggie o' logs.

O, ye pissiman doudle, yein be flogged und wranked te the depth, consprocket. Spittance pent ye, bay! Craim yer prazen begt far murchian wheezin', ye scall'wagger bug! Pipe 'em over the rails, Mister Ramiter; givem hart scaldins tilst his rheumian squeamin's tarn mouth's a bleiphan trench o' stool. Dowager limiant, floggal and freeze, contuman spinian, rabble-de-raze, yer bones'll be noggered and notched with the death o' carbonized floodles and edgian crests, the seventy seasons o' piracy's ways, the craziest amulets strangle yer doozian, doggie-like doom, yer phineal drainage, ye pollywog blaggard.

Order! Order, I say! Now hearest, on this the penultimate day of judicial perumential flostulence, on the good ship of Bartumian Seaside Settee, knownst to all as the most Justinian bland in the tri-cornered planet of Dearth; hear me, I say into thown moven, plenitucular hog ears. To wit, one ambling, unfortunate seaman, flogged nearily to the spillage of twain contradictory confessorial blasphemies, forced to spewing heresies in the good name of fatherly cesspools...

Aye, the stink-a-raisin' the zombies outa me own septic tank of a werewolf fer a son, who's I keep a-locked up triplewise 'neath a concrete blockhouse, bats the belfrey outa that beleaguered boatswain, brought befar ye to face the depth charge o' mutinial lineage, bile-spewin' matee corentian heggle, ipso-maniacal hedge spottin' on the highest seizures, amidst the main and jetsam of a whaler's bilious brake pad breath...

pome || Billy Bob Beamer

POME3rf[tys]ad

[al]le[golo|||]gyza[rontin]][dol[]lo

ch[onyx]ski[pwa]y[]n|||]o]n/as]op

scy[clo]loma]|pen[de]nu].'cu/]n

e[qu|\able]na[se\fla]keb[oa].[re

d]era[nthis|thp[pele[can]if./'o

[r]me[cyclo][loma ]gyza[ron\tin]

text || John Crouse

from DUHS


"Cowed viscera dumps hijacked syringes filly lather to pasture."

"Arc weld identty crisis roadside bomb."

"Snake oil commode inroads frosting packet."

"Cheers handjive bakers man epileptic."

"Commified plaster rollbar granite countertop addiction."

"Smithereens arc weld rubber duck."

"Shop vac commandos handjobs carpetburn waffle iron."

"Spreading liberty pustules genocide caramel apples."

"Gold star straitjacket freebird carryout jihad."

"Electroshock lug wrench gran mal standing ovation."

"Cake & eat it too bare knuckled pole positions."

"Twinkletoes baas broke cookie cutter."

"Cutbacks whipped cream emotional scars."

"Thighbone taser augments cornfed pouts dispositions."

"Botox improvs rabbits out hats broke whiskers."

'Push comes to shove heldbreath powerpoint orgasm."

"Identity theft hotties licketysplit cakewalk sneezeguard."

"Potty spritzes reinvent wheels ad nauseum dryclean."

'Sloppy seconds bedazzles pussyfoot broadband."

2 poems || John M. Bennett

SINK AGAIN


my “dusty” lake crusts
in my eyeojo de agua õ
fornido de puertas y tene
dores it’s your cheese plate
smears □□□ the itching b
all of glass crackling t
oward the broiler door m
y m outh vac ancy yr
sod den s hoe lost

yr boiled blinker fu
mbled shirt lunch t
urd ∞ steaming ~ on the
bench a laundered
moo n yr che wed
neck gristle o cough
the ape yr boc a con
tains the ,window past
your crumpled waves ≈ ▀

...ime solution scribbled on a napkin





ANT LUNCH PLUNGE


le soga emética tus inmin
mundos y astravientos *≈ ...t
he caged foot reversal and my
hoovered trace slugged it
out the passage raged an
all my raisins hard like g
ravel••••• )my page b
luster ,lever fortress wh
ite with ash . . . . . . . (((

dusty rope beneath the f
loor’s endless tales of
,cash lint left ,trusted
clocks ≈ drizzled on the
sand you . . . coughed be hind
er rate ,the paused nu
mber Ѳ... like las migas que
te echas ,brazos y mu
ndos que se olvidan del fuego ~

...what lists and hands converge...

haibun || Sheila E. Murphy

Balsa wood airplanes found in language compete with the pronunciation of
rurality. Now I'm warm; a minute ago, I turned it up. Honk if you think
fear can be relaxed. Dumbwaiters have to do (with freight). One of the things
I've always loved . . . from time to time, a depth in your originality.
Turn on the tap, turn off the clodhops, recognize the referendum torque
its way to iterative blanching. Tree branches list amid our brevity. The
sprawl configured holds its posture where we know to seem asleep.
Which lace would most become my window? Hushed silver taps the
dual-paned glass that looks out over snow. If goalposts house
a penetrable surface, who can claim stray film?

Overdose of undertone, fleece foaming a distraction from immortal recency


Sheila E. Murphy

pome || Billy Bob Beamer

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cyc[][]lonegre[ed pas]sing
 
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nomnichro matic las[y]ers spra[ty
 
water sup';[ply kincrawl. butter
 
flies'drowned speck led blueb]lack
 
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  on foe[]quoia[s equ oia e quoi e quo
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her/e wi\lal waysrem indeed orsenot dig[]ging
 
who[';]res -tive
　
more festiveppurple had f[l]u[n]cked a god[od
 
sport ''.]\art

poem || David Jalajel

artsale

rendered silver brush strokes cleanly flash
against white dentured smiles to capture target
players canvass pieces dealing most
recently relisted company
assets operate from over brimmed
assurances this weekend’s big performers
anxiously predict to spark a frenzied
launch emerging figures slip right under
well suited business sponsors promo ads
throughout the underground support for up
and coming artists driving down the price
engagements buoying over well endowed
premiers right now for only this one night
to flaunt how these best handled assets hold