Friday, December 28, 2012

Palm Reading by Jennifer K Dick

After Cole Swensen’s poem “Fingers: Alignment” from The Book of a Hundred Hands (U of IA) (Swensen’s poem is online at:

We (read I, read the eye of the) cannot congregate
declare (I do) the constellation (I’m bound to)
blind, blunder (I’ve always known it), but
you have never before (have you?)

with the people I think I’ve seen every day,
(have I seen, am I, and then to see is, at sea)
and then of the people I
four or five days a month
a mourning those I say twice
I’ve known (I have been known to)
(I know you, too) by this.

and then once, and then I knew (was known) by no one

Suddenly, you say, sudden

This is just what I’d imagined
you knew
of sky, and my lost roads maps
wending our pathways out
overt gardens, overt landscapes scraped
shaped into his gardens
(you do know who I speak of? Ours, and hours)
I hear my voice
This is an echo
this echo is this
is echo’s attempt to speak
I’m (she is) (you are) (we may be becoming) blind,
who can only see me
within their hands?


Thursday, December 13, 2012

Christmas card, by Lisa Pasold

Here I am trying to spoil all that wanting between landscape and drawing, the usual latent stationary for recycled causes. To complain that we use a language, any of them, to pull us apart, drenching the view with a different syllable. Happy holidays! Glad your envelope isn't here. (Nothing is empty.) What if we say the relationship was successful, simply not permanent. There. Lick sealed this Unicef card’s melting view of the glitter-bedecked polar bear. To find your address will require a Sunday strike-through. Pull that hat hard down for 4 minutes, for 33 seconds. And hold. 

Sunday, December 9, 2012

The Poker Wars of the Southwest Coast, Contents Page by sean s

Rewording The poker wars of the South West Coast by Lisa Pasold

Preface: Two Wars Between: the South West Coast
Prologue: The Then-insignificant Port City Will Begin Your Real "Noir"

Chapter One:
The Story's Not Only On the Outside Easily

Interlude: Forgettable Face - Leave a Wish, See You After

Chapter Two:
But your work also has a couple of pennies (which lives in a hotel laundry)

Chapter Three:
laundry will search for an every day melting trough over the robot.  Still

Interlude: Era Like No Other Woman

Chapter Four:
even a special lady just does not fit because of your talent (no husband, no kids, no home)

Chapter Five:
Do not care, and a bold determination to give up job to be true professional

Chapter Six:
"You" Leaves Behind and Neither Is: The Citadel of Poker Playing

Epilogue: Where Purposeful's Most Famous Takes a Job

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Porches, by sean s

Rewording Jennifer Dick's Passages.

Place somewhere in my out held hand
nodes of a cage, the (un)physical

beat between bars


unable to collapse the pause's wave-form
I, because
to collapse the world's porches

holding out some steps for some steps
verbations   barbarations
a p(a(u)l)se s



Thursday, December 6, 2012

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Passages, by JKD

Rewording Sarah Larivière's Coronary Conduct and Sean Standish’s 3 Day Weekend while listening to the Youtube video of John Cage’s Dream

And here I am trying to spoil all that
is wanting,    waiting
between notes in Cage’s Dream
landscape, a 4’33 pause
I, unable to draw indications,
lament striations in the latent stationary
this                  a card
holding out for a (our) destination.