Last week it was 800 troops,
today it’s 15,000. Hungry ghosts
prefer hungry children,
I guess."
- from “a Sense of Pressure” by Zoë Byrd
Writing for all your hungry ghosts. Read more at https://t.co/2yMD2v6rVY
“I’m plenty aware how ridiculous
this must sound.
But I was hungry."
-from "Lorine Niedecker" by Brian Beatty
Writing from the underbelly of comfort. Read more at https://t.co/NDkSbU4ATJ
“I hope the whole
damn house comes crashing down
around me, every splintered bit
of history falling in glittering
shards”
From “Chrysalis” by Keith Welch
Poetry for all your glittery demolition needs. Read more at https://t.co/9Inlkcyx2S @TheBloomington1
“Her breath is soft, like cabbage leaves. She whispers in code that I think I understand.” - from Persistence and Determination Alone by Kristen Langereis
Short fiction for the long road ahead. Read more at https://t.co/p7fitqDIDf
It's here folks! Nice Cage 008.....Loads of great stories and poems to spend the weekend with! Thanks to all of our contributors. Literally, without you...we'd be nothing. @kara_goughnour @BrianBeattyMPLS @MarieSchutt@changmingyuan @CAGerardPoet @rharkai@teeplo @TheBloomington1
Like a lot of monsters, he had a heart of gold. Like Frankenstein
and all his monster friends, he scared the neighborhood children but felt lonely. From “Tokyo Express” by David Lohrey
A gold heart can be wrapped in black foil. Read more at https://t.co/tfC6q7kFFo
we had a screen on the wall
counting the calls in the queue.
there was something else
which monitored the air
in case someone
tried a gas attack.
-From “KHC Control” by DS Maolalai
Read more at https://t.co/4WKDSKyH7I
Daughter a town,
man the county,
during the father/daughter
dance he holds her too
tightly, saying, I must be perfect
for you
at your wedding.
From “Last of the beautiful” by Angie Macri
Poems for after the battle cry ends. Read more at https://t.co/tAKB5rFNNO
even in the handful of minutes I skirt out swollen
for beer, I shake the leaden stomach drop of a slowing
car. And still, I don't know what
to be ashamed of first.
From “Salvo: Post-Men” by Eve Kenneally
Read more at https://t.co/NMbl26fQwF
i am afraid of inheriting more than this
but more terrified of this being my only heirloom.
-From "...she appreciates that i’m at least trying” by Dena Igusti
Writing that carves out its own legacy. Read more https://t.co/uiw7uFacsD
I say to him, you know, Rich, because I'm sick,
I'm sensitive to the fact that everyone else is dying, too.
From “At Dunn Brothers” by Mike Finley
Writing for all sorts of living. Read more at https://t.co/D6jEeL2jD4
“We sometimes ask
them if they feel they belong; they sometimes
ask us the same thing. “
From “Rising from the Red Sand” by Robert Beveridge
Writing to keep you company in winter’s abyss. Read more at https://t.co/cjlGICrqI7
“I told my parents that I had to die,
that's what my teacher said in class today
but they told me that they already knew
and then asked me why I didn't know, too,”
From “Eat, this is my body” by Gale Acuff
Read more at https://t.co/Xd3PFiFjhb
“there's a
moment when i'm a little drunk & too
warm but i keep my sweater on, just in
case.”
From “lean” (2)
Writing that sings from your gorgeous, dark heart this season. read more https://t.co/7vVGmCTOZA
“I forget
but the blue of my borrowed bed doesn't change.”
—From “From Midtown or Palestine” by Nadeen Alalami
Forego cheery and bright to find your nice cage. Read more at https://t.co/EZWqq75fB0
It is to be expected that any solution
will be the result of the very conditions
it sought to remedy.
—From “The Metropolis is but a System of Streets within the Heart” by Dane Hamann
Poems fit for tomorrow’s graffiti. Read it all https://t.co/rAsrWJhnY8
confectionaries dancing in our mouths,
while they hung cigarette girls from the chandeliers;
From “Tandem Harbors” by Ashley Naftule
Poems that put the battle cry back in lullaby. Read more at https://t.co/H54IwgwmuD