Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Ayaz Daryl Nielsen- Two Poems

an old grey god sighs
his drunk acolyte's
mumbled devotions
from a window well in
another dead-end alley 
just enough room
for both of them

'stop being so jealous'
my sister reiterates
'you know well enough
only the oldest sibling
inherits a third eye'  

ayaz daryl nielsen, x-roughneck (as on oil rigs)/hospice nurse, editor of bear creek haiku (25+ years/125+ issues), homes for poems include Lilliput Review, SCIFAIKUEST, Dead Snakes, Shamrock, Kind of a Hurricane, and!   online at:  bear creek haiku  poetry, poems and info

Monday, April 27, 2015

Denny E. Marshall- Art

                                                           Venomous Creature

Denny E. Marshall- Three Poems

Worlds Collide

Countless solar systems and worlds collide
Expanding billion light year quasar skies
Cold black gravity brings the great divide
Near absolute zero answers can hide
Born binaries molecules deep inside
Stars in creation cluster matter dies
Countless solar systems and worlds collide
Expanding billion light year quasar skies

Space #1

The time guilds across the sky
Like the plane
Lost above the atmosphere
Looking for the bottle
That fell to the bottom
Of the sea…picked up and tossed until
Crashed across the moon…or slid
Debris jetting
Into volcanoes shot into Jupiter


Out far away in the Kuiper Belt
Centaurs elliptical journey begins
The tug of Neptune’s gravity is felt
Asteroids to comets from the ice melt
Changes will color on the orbit dealt
In the last chapter the gas giant wins
Out far away in the Kuiper Belt
Centaurs elliptical journey begins

Denny E. Marshall has had art, poetry, & fiction published, some recently. To see more of his works visit www.dennymarshall.com


Saturday, April 18, 2015

Alan Catlin- Three Poems


All the gestures she
used to repel evil
spirits, projected auras,
embodied voices speaking
variant tongues, were
of no use, insufficient
for the task of banishing
the one she was in
need of most, an unfriendly
servant of the distilled
ones, he who was denying
her service, jet fuel for
an internal rocket launch
she was determined must have
to leave the current, mundane
gravitational pull of sobriety
or so she seemed to be
saying, in an incredibly
roundabout way, eyes
glazing over, wide with
adrenaline, fears she can
no longer control, in total
denial of what was be said,
"You want to leave now?
or should I call 911 for
valet service?""Valet service!?
What are you talking about?"
"Handcuffs, strap down gurneys,
full body restraints, shots of
Halodol with Thorazine chasers---
you know, the usual stuff."
"You think you're so smart.
Just wait for the next full
Moon. I'll be back for you."
And she would be, fingernails
filed as claws, teeth as fangs,
the wind howling at her back.


Wherever it was
he'd been doing
time, there was
a premium paid
for head cases,
cold blood running
thin as the long
white scars that
would never com-
pletely heal on
his face as if
some wild thing
had tested its
claws for sharp-
ness there & a
demon had picked
the scabs off
at night from
each end creating
running sores down
his neck & forehead
where the black
eye patch sd.
CLOSED above
the socket where
the eye should have
been & what was
left in his mouth
like teeth was
gold capped, though
the spaces in be-
tween were black
crowns waiting to
be honed to a point
like those fingers
of his rattling
dollar coins on
the bar surely any-
thing they touched
would die a horrible
frostbitten death
Hell Hounds

"Do not eat anything in the underworld"

Wherever they had been,
their environment had treated
them in an unkind manner,
unless they were accustomed to
wearing clothes that had seen
the inside of forest fires, lakes
of industrial wastes that could
only be encountered wading,
knee deep, through concrete
sewage pipes into culverts
where stagnant runoff bred
mutant insects, plants resistant
to every known defoliant,
every toxic killer spray
currently in use.  Surviving
these ordeals had made their skins
tougher than rawhide: sunburnt
and cracked where thin coats of
muscle, sinew, flesh covered
bone met their clothes that had stiffened
into something like denim armor,
layers that glowed in the dark with
a strange phosphorescent aura of
other worldliness that made their
eyes mostly off-white with pale
shaded liver spotting where irises
should have been, their black tongues
flicking broken stubs instead of teeth,
their breath a visible waste cloud
as they hissed something about a
powerful, more than one keg of beer
thirst, a kind of smile on the desiccated
strips of skin where their lips should
have been, their cheeks the last firewall
of resistance for what burned inside.

John Pursch- Two Poems

Antoinette the Unfurled

She were an inveterate liar from day one,
hull the whey through gradient school
of minority fledgling ink retardant fish mechanics,
to chesty right of your every nocturnal daydream,
stumbling in misappropriated gumdrop milk bottle
stoolie spansules of hopelessly caressed soap dish
legal fruitcake surprise raids.

Her confidantes were all simple farmhands,
existing in dubiously simultaneous rat traps
of fire escape jungle chop suey lingerie commotion,
devoted to antiseptic notational blues of pall bearer
shock resistance masterpiece triage interludes,
conjoined at chopped porpoise measuring flan
torpedo feather proving groins by hobbled alien
Ferris wheels.

How a man could ever have munched
a shucked and solemn indemnified charity
for such lowbrow and ostensibly purposeful
an action figurine as Antoinette the Unfurled
Screech of Diabolical Cordite Menses
is so tarred and bulimically scratched
to bullfrog salamander salami swami stupa
schlock as to tender feet for pavement dues,
in trebled publican nudie galleries,
soiled to caterwauling fish rag sarcasm junkies
in flexing glass erector suits on washboard alley
bailiwick ablution headquarters just south of
slanted bollocks biscuit shoots of bamboozled
bubonic choke points.

Umbilical Flotilla

Bleary quiet mumbling chunks of human waste
erosion shots impaled our spacecraft sidebar
lollipops with ladled lobe deflection mantras,
toiling surreptitiously till thimbles cried a
troweled dear certificate of silken sinkhole
sap secretion’s classic flyer lossage streak
down thigh lunge pewter’s importuning
opulence to cold cream petulance to mossy
mixer beeswax bunk bed shellfish amplitude
of crawdad feasibility in nightshade denouement.

Hemmed showers curtailed paws into tensor overload,
fixing crabby cesspool collapse with old cry stairwell
topsoil pleats of plaintive skyline humping blackout
Sterno peaks and ontological eruptive cinders,
bent in mutinous backlog.

Hats evoked my cranial engraving sire’s imperial tie dye turban,
toppling a one-eyed swordfish into winking elbow halter moons
beneath a British sunset.

Sanded yetis posed for flowing fantail blitz bereavement spunk
in beveled spender comedy endowment jeans of caustic pliers,
torn pajama cookie trikes, and hortatory embassy police.

He paused to conquer shaven city sea lane apple
clapboard talismans of taut religious derrieres,
flexing prostitution welts in elevated train
shot dateline smudge coulisse,
spent wickedly for daylight traipse parades.

The curtain rose on yet unaltered plethora
of morbid hulk Cyrillic coverall repellant fleas
in dubious enchantment chard’s umbilical flotilla,
casting yawns from epiglottal foxhole teeth to coxswain gel
to grossly underestimated prose coyote taste bud grease
to sympathetic liner grout of salient and mordant peculation.

John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. His work has been nominated for Best of the Net and has appeared in many literary journals. A collection of his poetry, Intunesia, is available at http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/whiteskybooks. Check out his experimental lit-rap video at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l33aUs7obVc. He’s @johnpursch on Twitter and john.pursch on Facebook.