Avery Clip was a disgraced journalist in search of a good story. Sean Bostone was a self-exiled white-collar criminal with a tourism venture in a Middle Eastern war zone. What followed their encounter on a desert tarmac serves as a testimony to the avaricious self-interest of the entrepreneurial spirit and the dangers associated with the […]
Archive | June, 2010
If You Turned Into an Alien, How Would I Know You Still Love Me?
For Tina Would you leave the choicest garbage cluttering my porch? Could you use your new ray gun to light candles, like a torch? Would you ring my doorbell and pretend you were my pet? Might you be the antennae on my television set? Would you creep among the trees, blowing kisses from afar? When […]
Unsung Hero
Take a good look, he’s the only reason we’re winning this shitty war.
At the Dentists A Politically Risky Poem
Do my teeth look all right, doc? Yeah, yeah, yeah, but you are getting newly old. Why do I sometimes feel so awkward about my teeth, doc? That’s because even your wisdom teeth are retarded. How come I keep dreaming about losing all my teeth, doc? I am not a psychiatrist ready to listen to […]
A Relatively False Treatise on the Mask of Agamemnon and Its Finder
It was 1876 when Heinrich Schliemann unearthed the bodies of several anonymous Mycenean rulers, five of whom bore golden funeral masks with the imprints of what once may have resembled their faces. One of these masks, the most immaculately preserved of all the relics, was of particular interest. The businessman-archeologist Schliemann, eyes glistening and jowls […]
Musing Malaysia
We recently asked poets to craft for us a poem (minimum 20 lines) without using the letter e. Why? That’s a good question that we’re not prepared to answer. There were so many poets with nothing better to do than craft fantastic e-less contest entries, but we have to give special kudos to our runner-up, […]
The Flamdamadango
Jack hated this night of the year. Every year, year in and year out for the past fifteen of them, it was always the same. “Play me song, Chaaaack,” Fiona whispered in his ear. Fiona. The cause of Jack’s misery. The reason for his distress. The bane of his existence, year in and year out for […]
Julius Caesar: Winner of the Twittering Bard Contest
We recently asked writers and poets of every ilk to help us prove to the world that a rose by any other name is still a rose, even if it is misspelled and grammatically incorrect. A number of writers responded with glee, rewriting and bastardizing a Shakespearean play as if it were originally conceived on […]
A Midsummer Night’s Dream: Runner-up in the Twittering Bard Contest
We recently asked writers and poets of every ilk to help us prove to the world that a rose by any other name is still a rose, even if it is misspelled and grammatically incorrect. A number of writers penned into us, rewriting and bastardizing a Shakespearean play as if it were originally conceived on […]
Nothing Into Nothing Equals Nothing
I had three poems rejected today, drove four hours after sleeping only five, received six friend requests on Facebook from total strangers, and drank one beer because I was thirsty and the rest just because. I am fifty-eight, soon to be fifty-nine. God, I hate math.