Poem by Joe Mills
Photography by James Conant.
Jagged Thought #99: Without Love There Is Nothing
Illustration by the late James Conant, to whom this column is dedicated.
Two Poems by Chase Spruiell
Artwork by James Conant.
Poem by Denise Clemons
Photography by James Conant.
Poem by Broc Riblet
Cupboard Door Half-naked releaser whose name is like violence. I'm scared of the panic of stones in my knees. You're my population, you know what to say. Fat and licorice [...]
Poem by Jack Powers
Can We Build A World Safe for Poetry? Mickey Leland dropped from the sky Shattered bird against the unyielding Broken wings around our feet We still walk by, not unfeeling, [...]
Poem by D.A. Boucher
Allen Ginsberg's, "Howl," epic statement that set the tone, and, along with, Kerouac's, On the Road, a generation was born, the much lauded, infamous, Beat Generation, now into their, 80's [...]
Poem by Jack Powers
The Odessa Steps of course film lies crops and cuts, freezes moments immemoriably and stretches the simple into the measurelessly implausible frame by frame the movies go frame by an [...]
Poem by Jack Powers
Van Gogh Soliloquy this I have to offer you without a tree I am pinned and bleed remarkably painless The shred of ear still pink blood hot on my neck, [...]
Poem by Jack Powers
Howdy Hibbings you can’t get the bubblegum out of your hair even with a music-minus-one score for clarinet which you whistle between runs for the flourishing numbers racket or delousing [...]
Jagged Thoughts # 15: Poets Wanting A Letter of Reference
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Jagged Thoughts # 14: Waterloo Sunset
We listened to Waterloo Sunset as we drove home, triumphant. The words were meshed together with the Winter Hill scenery-- the blue and white sign of the Winter Hill bank. I [...]
Jagged Thoughts #13: I Am Ready for A Revolution/I Am Ready for A Resolution
I'm so tired Can barely form a sentence Who represents us? The 99 percent or the percent of 99 percent that have to take medicines to remain sane, Keeping genius behind [...]
Jagged Thoughts #12 The Song Remains The Seized
Who will read this? I am not sure if my tempered words hit hard Or are ever heard I am not sure if what I do makes a difference Or if [...]
Jagged Thoughts #11 Rhyming Distortion
I need a pen I want to draw a three on Lined loose leaf I want to sketch my dude Waving signs of peace A hat covering his eyes A faint [...]
Jagged Thoughts #10: Anthem
I am a unique individual Indivisible With principals, A fistful to teach you That as poets WE are not for sale. I am a lyricist Spiritualist Running through The woods as [...]
Jagged Thoughts #9: Fruit Bowl
I wish I could return this Gift God gave me And Change it for The ability to sell Bullshit To hands outstretched. I wish I could return this Gift of knowing [...]
Jagged Thoughts #8: Sunrise, Sunset
1. From leaked boredom from a boardroom, To barely audible in an auditorium To a post mortem in a mortuary, Marry a mortician for her make-up Find yourself broke Like [...]
Jagged Thoughts #4: This Boat is taking on Water- A Fairy Tale
I wake up on a boat. Put coffee in the cup. Power on the record player on the needle, the electric relaxation just happens… And I start to spin as the [...]
Signed Your One True Love, A Poem by Matt Ganem
I miss you so much Please come back to me Dying for your touch But you will need me eventually Its been a while But I’m still in [...]
The Undead Are Banging On Our Doors by Chad Parenteau
It's relaxing to shuffle on once sulfurous-sored feet my back no longer aching though stiff as this hard oak door. I'm in feed-mode. I see through cataracted lenses. I rend with [...]
Two Zombie Limericks by Chad Parenteau
There's too much undead in the room. My boomstick no longer goes boom. My shirt now has a stain that just might be my brain. There's one more undead in the [...]
Two Zombie Poems by Chad Parenteau
Roommate Of Zombie Tries To Say I, uh, just ate the plums half-rotting in the fridge which, uh you were probably never gonna eat I'm sorry-- wait what are you d- [...]
Eating Poets by Chad Parenteau
Eating Poets Chad Parenteau Similes slobber like intestines from my gut. There's no profound zombie like me. I have been eating poets. The alpha zombie doesn't even have a clue. [...]
When Artists Go Bad by John Kotula
While passing through The Albuquerque airport I saw Caravaggio in chains; Thick ones on his wrists, Thin ones that tinkled Around his ankles Hobbling his stride. He was being transported By [...]