Tumor – Joe Mundy
Tuesday, November 26, 2013 11:37 — 0 Comments
We slept in tents on the shore of Whiskey Lake. Dean the Marine had a brain tumor. Frozen in shock, we stood around and witnessed him scream in agony as his head exploded. Finally someone threw him in a pick-up truck and off they sped. We could see the rooster tail of dust for a mile or so. Later, the rest of us sat around the campfire eating Captain Crunch and shootin’ the breeze. We were interrupted by the call of a lonely loon rolling off the water. “Sounds like Dean.†Someone nervously joked. No one laughed but the loon. […]
Rose Poem – Jeff Bender
Monday, October 21, 2013 12:36 — 2 Comments
If anyone wants to win a World Series you know where to find me
Alive at the Center!
Tuesday, October 8, 2013 13:26 — 0 Comments
One afternoon, I was in the Eagle Harbor bookstore on Bainbridge Island. I’d just been to a little wine shop for a tasting up the street. I was on my way to Hitchcock, a new Northwest-inspired restaurant, with my lovely girlfriend and kind mother, who was visiting from the Boston area. We stopped in the bookstore because it looked cute and what else are you supposed to do on Bainbridge Island right before lunch?Â
Sonnet for the Four of Cups, Reversed – Amy Schrader
Monday, September 2, 2013 14:10 — 0 Comments
Bored already with herself, the empty
Kate Lebo’s A Commonplace Book of Pie
Wednesday, August 28, 2013 12:31 — 0 Comments
My father’s favorite pie was Pecan. And so when I read Kate Lebo’s description of what a pecan pie lover is like, it was as if I was reading his astrological sign. “Pecan pie-lovers manage their fear of the future by playing as hard as they work. They distract themselves from the deadlines of birthdays with the sweetest of sweet pies, honey upon brown sugar, molasses upon fat. A pecan pie-lover prepares for the worst with dessert, and does not share.†Funny, true, with a pinch of darkness.
Two Poems – Adam Boehmer
Monday, August 26, 2013 10:30 — 0 Comments
Three White Hairs in a Small Black Box
Song Of Myself (Alphabetizations) – Ed Skoog
Thursday, August 22, 2013 9:07 — 1 Comment
 PUNCTUATIONÂ
What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
