Monthly Archives: April 2016

Jesus and Other Outlaws of Reason by Steve Sibra

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Real Men love Jesus

Jesus loves the Beatles

cold beer at the nursing home

fish shaped turds fumbled carelessly

on the fifty yard line

pass-out pantomime of a doorknob pulling a tooth

pockets filled with Vicodin & antibiotics of many colors

and a casket that floats even

when the waters are rough and the sky bleeds mud.

Ghosts of the summer heat

Peel up off the black pavement

Eastern Montana country roads where the gophers

are pressed flat and still in love with the sky.

Everything is bigger when seen through a mirage

and of course the Lord has his fist full of silver

ready to pay all debts to the whores and lenders

And take out a hit on the Easter Bunny

Lose the fight but win the war

How many calories

are in a bite of Jesus anyway?

If the sinners get any fatter

The moon will wink…

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Meanwhile Standing Water and Covered in a Cloak of Darkness by Steve Sibra

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The minister’s daughters are naked

they sparkle

like ice cream cones sprinkled with fresh grass clippings

They gallop into the kitchen for flapjacks and hot buttered rum

San Francisco Style

Boggle the ricochet batter

flips, nips and knapsacks in the pan

lap the splatter from the walls

bare back prayer rack

“The words of Jesus are printed in red” they call out

Hillbilly savior sings into a can

then bare ass on the table with contents

sit wide with a hotcake on each thigh

cracked into the breeze

it’s a natural high, but wait

Boss Man has a couple of last licks

polish up the horse tack

ransack the peppermint sticks

Following pup protocol

scissors treatment for fools behind the wheel

at this time of night?  Get real

busy with the daughters as they start to pop

Honest report?  Or just jackstrop

with no jockstrap to ride a wing and…

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straws by Sonja Benskin Mesher

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bible quotes.

the moving finger wrote,
needles in  camels eyes and something.

then there is that straw, and sod’s law,
which is something else entirely, like

money for old rope, which could tether
sad creature.

humped, and lumpy kneed moves on,

in other places,
they broke  things,
and were  put assunder.

imagining vases, that could be stuck,
we wandered wearily, until
the birds stopped singing.

yes, even in mexico.


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#google by Sonja Benskin Mesher

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it is a simple thing.

we hope for independence, privacy.

so we google, ask advice and listen.

take our time, let the thought wander,

heal ourselves.

we can even mend the  typewriter,

gifted by a friend, now there is a lovely


soap cleans the ink away;  wind will

blow the water, dry the chimney,

clear the floors.

we have kept the old ribbon,

in a box.

Sonja - google

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.random. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

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mostly think so these days, even when worked out as planned.

have been wondering what is the point, like is there a point?

or is it all pins and needles. over lunch, we discussed.

i chose the duck wraps, minding my pronunciation. she pointed
out that the point may be, that there is none, therefore
being one.

I am going back to montgomery to buy a measuring

Sonja - random

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plain text rhyme-scheme, italics cynghanedd, bold meaning.

I had a memorable friday

with bounce and lips gay

holy planetary pledge

holiness love & kiss edge

  call sisters cull sensation

            cur christian correlate

            cuddle bivouac dowager

            cunning account given

famous excite favor

                        love like a mix of mead

                        a song of flesh colored beauty

                        have taste of sack or sweetwine

taking wine took ossay

invalid wound even healthy

body vitality without compare

hearing each her breath clear

  cool valentine kale,  veal

            bess of tess of told

            node men of nude manner

            bovine, sine and silken

                        will have a gift one present

                        love prize taste skinsweet

                        bite & sugarwine if sound

                        we’ll have the taste of that if sweeter

clear grave of Creirwy fine

come saddle not have kine

hot bath narrow greeting

lockjaw click of loving

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Transliteration of French translation of Corso’s Notes after Blacking out by Rhys Trimble

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wood serried dame of cul de sac

mode jet have refused all ends

in autoeroticism

in bed man-mince know a ham

is resting close to me


vain & non verb signification

on can call the end

i need to know your answer

poetry is seeking impasse

joy knows repose exists

death knows repose exists

(that pale other in the venturing light

is a deathcell debutant in repose

rain Cyclops resembles young doormat

is necessary )

old gerontian envies their know-how

they adjourn without cessation

on such masonry is forbidden

partly auteur of truth is nowt

& the same is vital to nothing

& fronds

it’s nowt, zero

nothing is always

nothing is a free house

nothing comes in the planetarium

luminous and salvaged

nothing in repose, numberless reigns the king of nowt

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Cereulean – a love poem by Rhys Trimble

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Jacqueline Taieb – Le Coeur Au Bout Des Doigts

                                   cut up in French translated with bing traslate

Blue the you only one says window

and the is caresses at the door

I said to it fingers, look window

and dreams and end of me

turns off to the hair

Come the sad is “and it is a morning corner”

see the of you as it is for end my also

On morning lifting dead

and end for am to the friend

And it when gold

me ma to see leaves

it’s of him turns off the hair says morning

heart it fingers sound to the dance

“as heart eyes a fingers tip the also”

entered the love greenhouse

heart morning it heart to seem to land

it me input window and there

that a greenhouse I seem had answer

her him his tip the next dog heart

entry alone…

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an article definitely by reuben woolley

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the the                                                              ….. (beats of rain.a lonely sax

on synth.crazy go)


the                                                      ………………(long notes.looped.a space


a multiple fugue on acid)


the making

offstage                           ………….(the sound of rattling

the tumbling fool & all                        …………dice for a simple

the effigies of dead                            …….. … &

kings & their…

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