..:: CONTENTS ::..

..:: POETRY ::..
Sarah Trott
Christopher Eaton
  Poems for Burning Down Black Ark
Jennifer Dearinger
  the cup having not been washed of the rifle under the bed
  indian head nickels
  crystal serving plate
  wrapped in the sheets
  dirtied knees from somewhere
  unscattered ashes
  JOSEPHY BEUYS, the day gurdjieff died
  Row Under Rivers
  Avant Garde Country of Contemporary Art
Jeffrey Schrader
  Ships in Bottles
  Deconstruction of V
  From “Pittsburgh Notes”
Noah Eli Gordon
  from Jaywalking the Is
David Applegate
  [A silent]
  [I don't know]
  [You juggled]
  [Our sky]
Lynn Strongin
  MOVED TO. . .
Amy King
  Leisurama Porn Couples Dance
  How To Make a Painting
Bill Stobb
  Poem for an American Barbeque
  I Truly Believe Bill Gates is a Good Person
Jason Fraley
Friedrich Kerksieck & Aaron James McNally
M. Mara-Ann
  A Running Horse Veiled
J.D. Mitchell-Lumsden
  (on air late sunday evening)
  (the women, an intercepted letter)
  (to us)
  (fatwa ii)
Lizzie Brock
  Work that Body
Jacob Eichert
  Untitled (film/dvd)

..:: PROSE ::..
Powell Burke
Michael Chacko Daniels
  Touch me? Vaya Con Dios inbound on the 22 Fillmore!
Sandra Hunter
  Take It Away
Paul Kavanagh
Paul Silverman
  Letter To B

..:: ETC ::..
  Contributor's Notes

..:: ARCHIVES ::..
  Volume I, Issue I
  Volume I, Issue II
  Volume II, Issue I


Poem for an American Barbeque
Bill Stobb


Waiting on the patio not smoking—
the Tim-Roth-shot-in-the-gut scene
clutching blood in the back seat begging
Harvey Keitel to drop me at the hospital.

Harvey Keitel!  Drop me at the hospital!
I won't tell anyone who shot me!

I continue not smoking while cars
on the highway between my house and the river
chase each other with gunfire and curses.
The moon rises in the blue sky
and flips me its swiss cheese middle finger.

My friend arrives.
The beer is warm.
Who built this patio?  Who built this garage?
I can't answer these questions.
He's visiting a struggling man.
When I turn on the ballgame
he thinks it's an evasion.
Let's crack beers.  Spark it up.

We've got steaks and the salad I've made
might make us feel like healthy men.


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