Poem by Joe Mills
Photography by James Conant.
Photography by James Conant.
Illustration by the late James Conant, to whom this column is dedicated.
Artwork by James Conant.
Photography by James Conant.
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 [...]
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, [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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, [...]
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 [...]
---------- Forwarded message ---------- From: Jason Wright Date: Sun, Jun 17, 2012 at 11:39 PM Subject: RE: Jason Wright oddballmagazine@gmail.com To: JD (jdonotemailmesubmissions@gmail.com) DH (dahellisitwithannoyingyoungpoets@msn.com}, JC (jchristdon'temailme@hotmail.com), BG (bgoddontmakeuremailpublic@rcn.com) J.D. Been [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 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. [...]
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 [...]