April 2011 | back-issues, poetry
by Alan Britt
Humans in white shorts
are vulnerable
yet strangely aggressive.
What with their bare-legged dexterity,
if you’re a bug
there’s nowhere to hide.
The hand is mightier
than a horse’s tail,
or hind claw
hacking a basset hound’s floppy ear.
Humans plan social events
requiring white shorts.
They enjoy Cricket, yachting expeditions,
Wimbledon and every shopping mall
with an artificial waterfall,
to name four.
Throw in a few corpses
attending family reunions
with summer softball games
and you have
quite a mess
on your hands.
I’m telling you,
if you laid all those
white shorts
end to end,
you could encircle
the earth forever!
Alan Britt’s recent books are Greatest Hits (2010), Hurricane (2010), Vegetable Love (2009), Vermilion (2006), Infinite Days (2003), Amnesia Tango (1998) and Bodies of Lightning (1995). Britt’s work also appears in the new anthologies, American Poets Against the War, Metropolitan Arts Press, Chicago/Athens/Dublin: 2009 and Vapor transatlántico (Transatlantic Steamer), a bi-lingual anthology of Latin American and North American poets, Hofstra University Press/Fondo de Cultura Económica de Mexico/Universidad Nacional Mayor de San Marcos de Peru, 2008.
April 2011 | back-issues, poetry
by Martin Freebase
And writing poems about man’s fall
Puts her chips all on black
The redundancy of negativity
Seeps through the pores of her skin
Her first beach house
She wanted high upon a hill
To look over the turbulence
A physical reminder
Of existence
Saying hello to the ladies
As they pass by
Baskets full of turpitude
Her hopes have stopped being mine
A long time ago
I marvel as she fathoms
Multiple realities
Built by your Betty Crocker cookbook
At opposite ends of the cord
Lacing your feelings with an opportunistic spine
And wrap you in leather
We have both seen the wicked street ballet
Only I stood for the ovation
Martin Leonard Freebase lives in Dubuque, Iowa with his wife, daughter, and a black and white cat named “Daisy.” Martin’s work is solidly based on the concept of poetry as a social construction. Through our interactions with others, we create and recreate meanings that allow us to make sense out of a chaotic world full of contradictions. Martin considers the art of writing poetry as one small way of collapsing the confusion of experience into more meaningful patterns of social thought.
April 2011 | back-issues, poetry
by Peter LaBerge
I was that four-year-
old boy smiling, thumb
aimed at the sky like I was
molding the atmosphere’s clouds
with Minnie Mouse
and my eyelashes, tangled as ever,
winked at each other.
Dimples singed into cheeks
like the atmosphere-clay
after I’d jammed my innocent
thumbprint into it.
And I can’t hold back a laugh.
Blood like fiery yarn
spun into rivers
up and down my coarse
veins until it has nowhere
to trickle except for under those
tacky, plastic Venetian love boats
at Disney World—it’s a small world
after all.
Peter LaBerge is currently a sixteen-year-old high school student. His writing is featured or forthcoming in: Indigo Rising Magazine; The Camel Saloon; Down in the Dirt Magazine; Children, Churches, and Daddies Magazine; and more. He is also a photographer, with photography featured or forthcoming in: This Great Society; and Children, Churches, and Daddies Magazine. His flash fiction piece, ‘The Ansonia Girl’, was featured in the January 2010 issue of Burning Word. He is the founder and chief editor of The Adroit Journal.
