Scene 7 From Sarcoxie & Sealove
It sucks being dead. I can’t find new facts for you. But I can remind you of the sordid little facts you may have forgotten. My life was threatened after I survived the first media barrage. They didn’t like that I was back, and that my stories would be republished in your paper. On the phone, they said, ‘watch your back, watch your wife, watch little Adriana.’ As easy as phoning in a bomb threat to your high school, and we’ve all been there, right? But I’ll be damned if I didn’t take it seriously.
By Sander Hicks.
Cured
She told him to go upstairs and get ready. She told him she wanted to be close to him. She told him she wanted him. He rose with a wicked grin and moved towards the stairway, one of those cheap staircases with white painted metal railings. When he was a few steps up, she pulled out the gun and put two bullets in his back. The first was the calculated strike, the second an almost accidental reaction to the surprise she felt at the incredible noise the first had made. She dropped the gun, stunned.
By Jim Martin.
Four Poems
This guy has some rooting around to do.
A spill is current, at least with the bright berry stains
dotting the fence around the hedges.
By Todd Colby.
Motion Thickness
Sand gales grate your lips
the glaze of your eyeballs scraped and dulled
by their fiercest carress
and endless rags stream behind your running frame
like dried liana hanging from the arms
of a Khmer God in the summer typhoon.
By Guillaume Destot.
Five Poems
These all seem to you good answers.
Now it is your turn. Words,
protect me! And if not words,
then all the possible misunderstandings.
By James Sallis.
Three Poems
last night
I
made a shape w/my mouth
and what dropped out?
a name of one
born
in the town of this stage
By Mike Watt.