Monday, January 27, 2014

James Mirarchi- A Poem

ice halo
(visual novocain)
rotates above your head
dentist in stormtrooper outfit
tells you to open wide
stands back
fires his lasergun into your mouth
shooting practice has paid off
death star molar is destroyed
tie fighters escape from fried abscess
dentist picks out princess leia food
from your teeth
encases them
in white imperial body armor
you ponderously open/close your jaw
move it like your marching
more dental death stars are blown out
tusken raider tusks are inserted
glued in place with molasses
blood and sweet mingle
a slobbering sticky mechanoid
you’re sent on your way:
hunt the squealing millennium falcons
hidden in the walls
James Mirarchi grew up in Queens, New York. In addition to his poetry collections, Venison and Dervish, he has written and directed short films, which have played festivals. His poems have appeared in Crack the Spine Literary Magazine, Poydras Review, gobbet, Boyslut, Bluepepper, Orion headless, The Mind[less] Muse, Dead Snakes, egg, The Recusant, Subliminal Interiors Magazine, Bad Robot Poetry, and Clockwise Cat.


Nancy May- Three Haiku

 UFO Haiku

in the telescope
blink blink blink
across the sky

alien encounter
lost radio signal
same spot

in the article
strange engine parts
found by farmer

Nancy May has haiku published in Haiku Journal, Three Line Poetry, Poetry Quarterly, Inclement Poetry, Twisted Dreams Magazine, Vox Poetica, Eskimo Pie, Icebox, Dark Pens, Daily Love, Leaves of Ink, The Blue Hour Magazine, The Camel Saloon, Dead Snakes, Kernels, Mused - the BellaOnline Literary Review, Writer’s Haven, Danse Macabre – An online literary magazine, Lyrical Passion Poetry E-Zine, High Coupe and A Handful of Stones. Haiku will soon appear in The Germ and 50 Haikus.
She has reached The Heron’s Nest consideration stage twice.  Haiku is published weekly on Haikuary.
She is working on her first haiku collection.

Michael Cluff- A Poem



Monday, January 20, 2014

Mark Fleury- A Poem

Cows Waiting for UFOs


The yellow farmhouse
Window's green being

Has diamond intestines
In the falling snowflakes'

Crystals. The Ship hovers
In the ice at the fencepost 

And ground, and crackles in its 
Electric, buzzing wires

Bordering the field. The fence

Is a fast talker, the chatter
Flicks the tails and illuminates
The eyes of carp

Beneath a nearby frozen pond. 


The vast potential in between 
The past-consuming inhale and an 
Open-hearted exhale includes 

Seeds for a New Earth, wheeled
In the palm of a hand from the 
Solar Ship's Doorway.

My brain is saturated
With alchemical mind gold

That's ready to take the shape 
Of an Eye that unifies separateness.

An open-ended sentence. 

Mark Fleury lives in St. Paul Minnesota. His 4th book of poems, The Precious Surreal Door Opened, will be published this spring by Medulla Review Publishing.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Denny E. Marshall- Three Haiku

Three U.F.O. Haiku

Landing UFO
Is only a half-inch wide
Eaten by small bird

Landing UFO
Destination the South Pole
Looking for ice cubes

Landing UFO
Surprised the large gathered crowd
And football players

Monday, January 6, 2014

Colin W. Campbell- Two Poems


"Human." The word was coughed out from the failing strength of the once-powerful reptilian.

These two had shared their long years of the graveyard posting on this howling desert. The reptilian had long fantasized about the true nature of the Earthling. If only he might have hoped for a shape-shifter, a secret vampire, or even one of these wolf things from Earth.

Now he sadly watched all these hopes fade faraway as watched his partner leave with the last of the good water, of the energy cells, of everything.

"Oh yes, only human!" he shouted and reached for the remote detonator.


Art is for the sake of art and for a start,
though this might not sound like art
do have a heart. I'm not so dumb,
and just got off at the wrong part
of the space-time continuum.

Colin escaped from the day job in Scotland and now writes very short fiction and poetry in Sarawak on the lovely green island of Borneo and faraway in Yunnan in southwest China.

Michael Cluff- A Poem


He liked his intense desire:
Basil's need to be
correctly dressed
from dusk
long beyond
the dawn
was expensive
when the tie dimple
was perfect
the shine on his black loafers immaculate,
the cuff buttons the most pearlist white
the seams unfrayed
and breast pocket
unstained on the inside
hidden from non-understanders'
viewings just that one moment
out of a hundred, hundred thousand.

John Pursch- Two Poems

Strap-on Enteritis

Shoving chairs and rolling stockyard handiwork from sidling scythes to simulated iron pilings, MM-33 plagues candied rotary valves, ululators, and notary bubble wands with forays into sensitive anisotropic parricide, troubling hardened shellac magi with whorls of pinging frond chews, serrated by inviolate yellers.

Mean textures offer tensile interrogations to bottled wartime bathhouse hoverers, filling soldered jaws with brimming federal auras of cured bureau sheiks and amorous defectives gone pumping to the hound’s toothy sybaritic cringe.

Tucking weight behind calloused sanitary passions for neighing killer bloat, shoddy horse mints sparkle in noon’s massive tariff hair, printing sunset jury shamans till infinity debarks for rosy gruesome melancholy’s just demise. Leaning blackens irradiated lovers in decadal whimsy, peeling neutral dimorphisms from unused library pardons, flexing bygone booth doors into strap-on enteritis.

Fleeing the Sky

Departures lunge full-steam inside illuminated metal snowscape wills, bending allegories into shining leaves of vernal wasteland tees and profane gulls. Spawning issues terminals, gushers fly to Coptic cherry orchard freedom, pinning picnic tales on dendritic donkey hearings, slammed to summoned election kite recusal plots by juridical dungeon capers. 

Presiding clover emphasizes choice rebuttal dermal siphons, hiring icicles for crosstown blur release, disguising storm train musicals in wherefores of a graven ivy. Stapling Piltdown bundt croakers to latter-day film renewal wanderlust, destiny brindles at thematic mothball prices, quashing hellion map reluctance with shrugs and gestures toward the barnacles. 

Alcove iconography intones warped wedding duress, haggling for time to come in sensate yoga dotage cots, slipped in lumber’s stiff resurgent trench. Oddly puttering equestrian fungi mutter in dignity’s divine affinity for bewildered menthol trauma arcs, fleeing the sky for cowlick treason’s immersible introversion.