Archive for June, 2008
Monday, June 30th, 2008
“Hair of the Dog” by Kristin Abraham
Kristin Abraham
HAIR OF THE DOG
When he realized he could cause
dreams, he started with his horse.
Run, he said, and the horse
stomped and pawed in its sleep.
Fly, he said, and it twitched and
shook.
This must be how God discovered
himself. Then cry, he commanded
his sleeping wife. She spilled out
of the joints in her lids. Drown.
She coughed, sputtered, [...]
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Sunday, June 29th, 2008
“Living the Chemical Life” by Chris Anderson
Chris Anderson
LIVING THE CHEMICAL LIFE
I have to admit that I don’t care about the historical Jesus.
One way or the other.
I’ve always thought there were larger forces at work.
The sun and the wind. The sadness that comes in the afternoon.
Did you know that our bones are only 10 years old?
No matter how old we are, it’s [...]
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Saturday, June 28th, 2008
“Gloves” by Jose Angel Araguz
José Angel Araguz
GLOVES
I made up a story for myself once,
That each glove I lost
Was sent to my father in prison
That’s all it would take for him
To chart my growth without pictures,
Without words or visits,
Only colors and design,
Texture; it was ok then
For skin to chafe and ash,
To imagine him
Trying on a glove,
Stretching it out
My open palm [...]
1 Comment » - Posted in Poems by Tim
Friday, June 27th, 2008
“Jesus Meets the Women” by Joseph Bathanti
Joseph Bathanti
JESUS MEETS THE WOMEN
They bump into Him shopping in Bloomfield.
It’s how many years? He’s skin and bone.
The hair. The beard. Some kind of radical.
But still He shows respect, kisses each one,
inquires about their health, tells them to pray,
ask anything in His name and it’s theirs.
They laugh. He’s probably on drugs, they say.
His poor widowed [...]
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Thursday, June 26th, 2008
“Ortolan” by Nicole Bestard
Nicole Bestard
ORTOLAN
Once inside his mouth, did it bite back, digging
with its beak into the steak-flesh of his tongue
a pin-prick on the palette, a pen-knife sticking
the spongy membranes in the belly of a whale?
Did its head roll around in his mouth before
it was crushed like a doll’s glass slipper
between the molars of a dog?
Did it beat [...]
