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Canned food doesn’t fly

That day the rooster misses the sunrise a strangeness sits on the world White birds are counting each other's autographs because the horizon smells of burnt rubber A well-kempt general does the narration: next week they will pull in the moon I nod sullenly on my perch, his eyes are gray like ash.

Survivors say:

Survivors say: The bones of those who did not want strong enough are the foundation of our level playing field. Yet survivors are not reckless. There are only survivors. Ours is a lineage of survivors.

Convenient Store

Convenient Store This one here is a microwave world, we are sheltering our love from love. I sit down in a convenient store. I drink a cup of coffee. I look at the plastic bottles with pink lids standing on the shelves like proud flamingos. They are indestructible promises of freedom, their feet ringed with ...

Facebook Psycho

I friended you, you didn’t friend me back, which left me feeling powerless indeed: despite my wounded longing to attack, the software wouldn’t mark you "enemied.” And so, of course, I had to move offline to properly avenge your cyber-slap— with help from this devoted blade of mine. There’s nothing like an old-school killer app. - Melissa Balmain

Reading: Of Darker Ceremonies by Phillip B. Williams

Phillip B. Williams (b. 1986) is the youngest poet I have read here so far, seven years younger than myself. He is from Chicago and is currently teaching at Bennington college. I read something I found that was inspired by hip hop: After “E. 1999 Eternal” by Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Dear god of armed robberies and ...

Meditation on Beauty

Begin with breathing, as usual. Today we think about beauty. Let us be aware of all the preconceptions and just look at them in our mind. Symmetrical patterns. Some sort of similarity with things we expect to give us pleasure. An evolutionary side effect like a peacock feathers that for the female peacock are not ...

Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. William Shakespeare

Reading: Green Grapes by Yuk-Sa Lee

Yi Yuksa (1904-1944) was a well-known Korean poet and independence activist. As one of Korea's most famous poets, he and his works symbolize the spirit of the Korean anti-Japanese resistance of the 1930s and 1940s. The pseudonym he used, (이육사) also means 264, the prisoner number assigned to him. His real name was 이원록, Lee ...

La la Laos

Waarom infiltreert een 39-jarige man het Laotische partyhostel "Nana backpackers" aan het begin van het regenseizoen? Wat doet hij temidden van blonde Zweedse meiden die zich van zeven tot negen uur 's avonds volgieten met gratis aangelengde wodka en whisky, alvorens in een schuur te springen op de dreunen van megahits als Havana, Despacito en ...