Monday, October 11, 2010

by Kevin

GHOULS - by Kevin

Jenner's house.

Pretty impressive,
tp'ing a tree that size.

Thing is,
Jenner's sister Lacey
said she saw
me and Copeland
do it
and told her parents.

But it isn't true.

I didn't do it,
but Copeland was bragging
all over school
that he did.

My name got
added in to the story somehow
but I don't know why

and I can't prove I wasn't
where I really was
at midnight last night

which was
in my room
reading an old MT Anderson novel
by my camping headlamp.

Now I have to apologize
to Jenner's family
and help Copeland
take all that shit down from that huge pine.

I don't even know
if Copeland really did it,
the ghouls are out early
this year.

But I'm pissed at all of them.
The ghouls,
especially Lacey,
who I thought
liked me.
She even gave me a high-five
after football practice

But now she got me
And I'm not allowed
to play football for
two days.

Maybe girls are ghouls.

Monday, September 13, 2010

by Lena

The Fog of Farronbrook - by Lena

With fall comes fog,
this morning faster than before,
that wet monstrous maw of Farronbrook
sucking in and out
in great greedy breaths,
dippling all in its path,
dead grass,
old garden kale,
my lashes,
as I stand in my pajamas
cursing the sop and rot
of this place that is not
Wildlight Island,
the delicate song of summer.

Monday, June 28, 2010

by Lassi

Summah - by Lassi

It's here!
Finals done,
graduation for Ari and Tina,
can't find a job yet -
-oh well-
lolling by the pool by myself
in last year's bikini,
sweet tea,
freshcrunching corn
raw on the cob,
warding off sunsparkles
with a draping hand,
a good book,
a second good book
standing by,
free to gently blend
into the gathering
of chlorine.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

by Ella

Tooth of Lion - by Ella

Nosy bee-ahtch neighbor
and her nasty comments.

She left a note on my car -
- my car!
to say we should be ashamed
of our yard,
the worst on the block,
"at least mow the weeds!"

Well now,
look at this beautiful
gossamer silk puff,
this wistful

Who wouldn't keep such
a gorgeous

And get rid of the neighbor?

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

by Vera

Another Step with the Flame - by Vera

She held it aloft,
the sparking torch,
tripping forward
through schist
with moments of trepidation
and obvious frustration
and love
and persistence
and humorous castration.

Another edit done.
A magnificent feat.

And now
for some dark chocolate
and gardening.

Monday, May 17, 2010

by Thalia

Oy! Big big big deadline coming up for my next novel, so you will hear naught from me in the next two weeks. Notice I'm not even tryin' to make this poetic? Middle of next week I will be working simply in grunts and hand motions. Words will be gonzo......

See you in a bit! Keep stopping by!


Monday, May 10, 2010

by Jill

Farming - by Jill

The worst frickin thing
you can be told to do
when you are
is "Weed the beans."

But Mom's particular ferocity
sent me out
to the hammering sun,
where I sat on my butt
scootching downrow
as I pulled tiny leaflets,
and dontcha know,
two hours later
riding the rhythm of the earth
I didn't mind
the ant on my ankle
the sweat on my neck
the way Jessup taunted me that
I was going to fail French.

Mothers are so

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Mocker Perspective - by Lynne

Difficult to balance
with that.

Difficult to be on watch,
swiveling your head
with a branch that big.

Difficult to sing
so intricate a melody
with a branch that big
slanting from your beak.

Or maybe just
if you are not a mockingbird.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

by Vera

Call Back Tomorrow - by Vera

There it is
spewed over the desk,
papers and sticky notes and adjectives,
all chasing each other
in parabolic paths
so she can
congeal it
mold it
soothe it
before deadline
into a novel.

And it's all about me.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

by Cara

Really Big Maybe Stinkbug - by Cara

I'm not touchin it!
Marco says that
Brianna says that
her brother got stank up by that bug,
and I don't know
what it's real name is
but it's for sure
a real stink bug.

If you touch it
it lifts up its butt and
sprays you
like Presto's gang did with the fire hydrant
last summer,
only stinkier,
Marco says,
stink like burning tires and dog puke.

It's walking this way!

Sure is big.
And shiny black
like someone's been buffin him.
Like Sancho does on his duelly.

Kind of pretty.

I don't know if
it's for sure that bug
like Marco says,
but I'm not chancin it.

You touch it.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

by Marvo

Blockhead - by Marvo

So her dad asked me to come over,
and lay some block with him.

And I don't know anything about
laying concrete block,
but it's Lorna's dad,

So I am saying yes
without thinking,
and we plan for today
and I borrow leather gloves
from DeVito
and I'm pretty on top of it all,
because I get to spend the day
around Lorna,
working and helping her dad.

But when I drive up,
he tells me
Lorna's upstate for the weekend
with her older sister.

And then he sends me home,
to change into jeans
instead of

I don't know what I'm doing.

And I've gotta do it
my whole

Thursday, March 11, 2010

by Thalia

Forgive me, forgive me! I am remiss in my bloggation duties.

Deadline looms for book #2 and I am entranced, entrenched, and entangled.

Beware the Ides of March!

(Stay tuned next week, I'll be back....)


Sunday, February 21, 2010

by Hammond

Mighty - by Hammond

Soggy here
dribbling rain
down my sweatshirt neck.

But that's normal for me

I'm here in the dank
to escape thoughts of Jeneva
who didn't say yes
when I asked
and it scares me that
I really thought
she might say yes.

So I came here
in the dank
to smear out my delusions
with slug slime and drips
down my sweatshirt.

But I found
I found
this beautiful thing,
yes, I said beautiful,
this strong bursting mushroom
perfect white
with gills like a new filter
pushing up a mound of earth
all by itself.

And look at where a mushroom comes from.

So I'm feeling

Sunday, February 7, 2010

by Vera

La Toilette - by Vera

So I figured out why
there's a one-holer out back.

My indoor toilet clogged on day II.

When I went outside to find roots

grappling with the pipe
emerging from
my cabin,
I backed away.

One thing I know is camping.

Compost toilets are easy.
Throw a little scrub and dirt
on top of your ahems
and voila -
very little stink.

The outhouse hasn't been used in decades,
dry as coprolite.

So the only thing upset
by my new process
is Grandfather Lizard
who lives below the hole.

Nasty shock for him this afternoon,
after that can of refried beans
got through me.

Monday, January 25, 2010

by Andira

Measurements - by Andira

So much taller than I,
longer arms
could wrap me twice,
lean far down to kiss me,
if you would kiss me.

So much older,
probably wiser,
not so hard to be,
teach me,
teach me,
lean far down.

So much stronger,
unlike me,
walking in yellow
walking in innocence,
lean far down to kiss me,
if you would kiss me.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

by Gina

Razor - by Gina

Waiting for you
lays down dryer lint felt
inside my heart
muffling my heart beat
slowing my heart rate

and blue with cold
I get out the blade
to scrape clean.

The old edges look dull
till you put them
to skin.

Monday, January 4, 2010

by Laney

Jungle Jim Education - by Laney

I think that I shall never see
graffiti as eloquent as thee

Not only are you educating me
you educate most hypocritically

playground defacing
intelligence erasing.

But then again, using permanent Sharpie
with urethane acrylic resin markie

Might mean to say you are pro-insolubles
in which case your medium was perfectly optimals.