the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.

27 may 8

by timsaslacker

sweat

blood

cement

mud

 

coated with a day’s labor

            building a deck for my Nanny

i know that my hands

            are

            clean

on seeing myself in black and white print

by Roger Mugs

i shunned the pride they felt
when first seeing their name in print
the black and white word
bound by binding
seemed so trite
no different from electronic word

i was wrong.
i admit it.
the black and white word
so much more beautiful
i’m almost disgusted

the awesomeness
while not perfect
is perfection in essence
perfection in beauty
and perfection in binding

the black and white word
smells like glue from binding
a new book.

tear.
she’s beautiful.
i look good.
real good.

p.s. so do ya’ll

holding

by rcribay

poor chairs
spend all day holding
butts.

the cheapness

by Julio Chapluzki

I love things that can be bought with change
gas station drinks being included within that range,
which though they may not taste right or be very good for you
there isn’t very much that you can do
because for something costing less than a dollar,
you’ll just about always drink it without making much of a holler.

the fulfillment of dreams

by Julio Chapluzki

I thought I wanted this;
I have been working toward this;
but now I stand on the cusp
of finally starting a “real” job,
and all I feel is ambivalence and fear
seeing the future stretching
indefintely out before me
into the obscured distance.
Mixed with the uncertainty
is excitement as to what might happen,
but along with the excitement
is the knowledge that
I may not like the future and that
the only constant is death.
And so from this cusp,
my only responce is paralysis,
in the contemplation of
the unknown preceding death.

daughters at play

by joshuagrace

Now her feet are green

From all the running around

Without wearing shoes

.

I’d wash those feet off

But won’t wipe away her smile

If I can help it.

sest law vee

by Roger Mugs

life was simpler then
more innocent than most ladybugs
almost as cute

i bought cereal because the box was interesting
picked ice-cream for color, not flavor
chased girls but genuinely feared catching them

life was easier then
and nights were longer

ah. to be again
21

On the complete and total destroyal I inflicted on fellow poet Roger Mugs’ video game avatar (In two poems)

by Julio Chapluzki

I.
he won’t agree
he may even complain
but we all know
the truth speaks
for itself.

II.
as our wives looked on
disapprovingly, we waged
battle in the only way
available to civilized man.

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