by Markus

Breakfast - by Markus


Picking up Su for the morning meet,
and this
is what she was eating.

"You eat rice and soybeans for breakfast?"

She stood back
so I could snap the photo.

"Not always," she said,
elbows out,
swishing her hair into a pony tail.

"Usually rice and vegetables."

She started wolfing it down,
one sneakered foot
facing out from her chair,
ready to run.

"Rice sure is funny breakfast food," I muttered,
leaning on her counter,
watching.
Trying to keep my eyes
from the smooth
Asian thigh.

"Yeh," she spat, laughing,
"like the cold anchovy pizza you ate
was breakfast!"

Dumping the edamame skins
in the compost,
Suki flicked a piece of rice
at me,
a tiny sticky smack in the cheek.

She laughed and brushed the grain
from my face,
a cool sweep
on my flush.

"Let's kick their asses today!"
she cheered,
and was out the front door
before
me.

by Dylan

Happy Birthday, H.G. Wells - by Dylan

Hours of shooting
hours of screams, snot and lisps
on the playground.

They called it a 'shadow assignment'-

half the afternoon
spent in a standing camera cramp,
thinking I was getting something
perfecto.

And then I download.

And all I can think is,
aliens.

Disembodied
sinuous shapes
with levitating balls and rings.

Little beings from Mars.

And damn.
They are.

by Vera

Spying - by Vera

Crouching here
spying in on the Boys,
I am suddenly counting
how many
days of desert
I've scraped through -
have I worked for them a whole month?

I am raw,
like I've been itching
scratching on a cheese grater,
still
not trusting Lon
still doing crunches to make sour stomach
subside.

Hunkered in the scrub
with a crackling breeze at 6 am,
I spit out bile,
pissed off.

At Lon.
The Boys.
Tilly, Milo, Dempsey especially
the whole frickin mining town,
Carole, the Motherload,
maybe Amy,
yes, Amy.

Pissed off.

At myself.

by Aubrey

Manduca sexta - by Aubrey

Ms. Pellium's Solanaceae
are deranged,
devoured
demolished,

first by one
then by three,
and today
by many
too many Manducas
of four inch length,
fifth digit girth
(but squishier.)


The Administrators of Mastication,
leave branches denuded,
inflorescences demoralized,
till
lycopersicon esculentum
lies barren,
feeble.

Fruitless.

Ms. Pellium is tomato sauceless,
due to those
Manducas,

machinators of
end
l
e
s
s
frass.