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Monday, Aug 2nd, 2004 at 12:48 am
Part One of the “Suburban Condition” series…
by Beatka Provis
The cars pass by and I wait for a break to cross the road.
The traffic is relentless today.
Oh – a chance!
I stumble on the gutter and my grey moccasin slips off.
There is no time to save it, so I watch it from the other side of the […]
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Friday, Feb 20th, 2004 at 1:54 pm
by Brett Hale
image by Vasilios Billy Mavreas
WARNING:
The tamper-proof grog-doggerel has no new master,
but a stronger, longer leash
So they’re out there after all,
imperious impersonators aside
(Elvis being responsible for more
than just Rock ‘n’ Roll);
the alien life forms are in positions
to influence and sustain
the Military-Industrial complex.
Careerists,
they have no plans to take over,
only the theatre of war allows […]
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Thursday, Oct 2nd, 2003 at 4:11 pm
by Sarah Endacott
image by Greg Serafin
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A Little Girl
music
(noises)
a priest
the family car
(under the house)
a funny smell
(thousands of years)
physically impossible
restless
(a dream)
delicate instruments
World War Two
(the original owners)
the sudden appearance of
her brother
damp spots
(children)
telephone calls
(the answers)
a normal life again
vanished
Contact
the lake
(chandeliers)
crash site
(laughing)
the government department
a letter
(this very room)
their birthplace
all three
(time)
changed the course
of HUMAN history
messages
(a cover-up)
bruises
exactly the same spot
electricity
the bible
The Expert
identical twins
(an uncanny
resemblance)
a […]
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Monday, Feb 17th, 2003 at 2:22 am
by Lawrence Ytzhak Braithwaite
for Jason Balaam
image by Vic Arndt
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No matter what the people say
No matter what
No matter what the people say
No matter what the people say
No matter what
No what the people the people say
This sound
Rules
Dark. The light sneaky. The stars hide. You cyan see. Tremble a block. Black as vinyl. You run around. A Jazzy […]
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Saturday, Jan 11th, 2003 at 1:50 am
by Simone Dawson-Walker
image by Vasilios Billy Mavreas
You’ll come around
to our way of thinking
When we find it again
In the fridge
In the CIA shooting-range lodge
When Illuminati
Find the brain-tape in the fridge
You’ll come around
HA!
EAT!
Philosophy hardens the arteries
