Archive for Surreal

1. ANDEAN VEIL • by ERROL NIMBLY 9 Comments

     As our cliff-hugging bus, overcrowded, Left the road above rain forest clouded, ‘Cross the aisle a form turned ‘Neath the cowl the eyes burned And I swear I saw Death disenshrouded. ERROL NIMBLY‘s muse frequently pops up as a libidinous, limerickian leprechaun, who pugnaciously prods for the immediate creation of yet another perfectly constructed [...]

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2. SAVING WATER • by Christie Isler 10 Comments

   It takes nerve to piss on a spider, even if it’s dead. Because what if it’s not?  It will scuttle or leap and take up residence inside. Imagine it – hirsute legs folded, backed in a steamy crevice, vanished into hair like wood mulch and earth, scurrying from clitoral fold, to crease of thigh. Or [...]

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3. ACROSS THE TIGHTWIRE • by Jane Roop 5 Comments

   Across the Tight Wire At night in sleep I slip away,  my other, she –  wanders,  through crumbling tombstones  at Pere Lachaise, sits with a demi-tasse at the corner Rue de Passy and Raynouard, reading books I should read, Remembrances of Things Past, Ulysess , The Tale of Genji. Once, stole the neighbor’s car, a [...]

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4. EVENT HORIZON • by George Moore 4 Comments

   I walked out the door after she said that very last thing I cannot now remember. Faces, yes, gestures with hands, the way she turned around, but not words. But there was a string of them anyway, DNA recombinant yet hesitant to change bent over a time warp, a snake with its tail curled into [...]

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5. AN ILL KEPT TENAMENT • by L R Humphries 27 Comments

     His moist lips purse to kiss the amber rain, and catch the final seeping of its deluge, as gilded fragments of a winter’s sun, that glimmer through the darkness of the day. And as he steals along the nectar tarn, his eyes pause upon a square of shade; where, through the haze of a [...]

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6. I AM THAT IS YOU • by Rumjhum Biswas 10 Comments

     I am the carrier of epidemics. I pass through time with my load. I walk until I find a willing soul. I know I cannot be loved in return. My fee is hate.   Hate is my fuel. Men need the likes of me. I pass through time until I find a willing soul [...]

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7. XIPHOPAGUS LUST • by Christian Avery Bryant 7 Comments

   In younger years their needs were cool Not yet ripe to want the Fruit But older now the boys are wise To lusting of things in and outside Belly to belly one for woman lusts Cock to cock the other for man desires This the reason why the lover of fine women fights his brother [...]

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8. SHADES OF GREY • by Scott Neighbour 3 Comments

   Sunday driving A rain grey day We happen upon the fallen I’ve told my son Help your fellow man When you can The man I thought to be a drunk Is anything but “Look away” But the damage is done I move to the man I know to be dead Two bullets to the head [...]

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9. UNTITLED • by Greg Schwartz 3 Comments

   time machine– munching popcorn while I watch Custer’s last stand Greg Schwartz is a copier repairman, horror writer, and haiku poet. Some of his poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Niteblade, Modern Haiku, Talebones, and the 2008 Red Moon Anthology. He is the staff cartoonist for SP Quill Magazine.

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10. MOROCCO • by Alexander J. Allison 4 Comments

    heat blaze bathed sun soaks the supple evening skin of shining surfaced afternoon. that afternoon wind which winds ‘tween souk and medina streets, the muttering retreats where sea winds creep still slowly breathing, breathing. planned music shines loudly, strangely, a noise to fill the boisterous air harmonized by seagulls cry: a light resemblant of morning. [...]

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