By Michael Salinger
Obsolete is absolutely useless
although in the past
he was reasonably handy
time—it kept on ticking and…
although in the past
he was reasonably handy
time—it kept on ticking and…
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- By Samatar ElmiWho art in Cali.
Programmer by trade.
Thy start-up come,
thy will become
an FTSE 500.
Give us this day our… - By Russell AtkinsThe probability in the yard:
The rodent keeps the cat close by;
The cat would sharp at the bird;
The… - By Joshua SeigalI don’t like similes.Every time I try to think of onemy brain feels like a vast, empty desert;my eyes…
- By Aram Saroyan“ # $ % _ & ‘ ( ) * !
2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 0 - ¾ Q W E R T Y U I O P ¼
q w e r t y u i o p ½ A S D F G… - By CAConrad“this is your
captain” Frank says from the cockpit
“all passengers wishing to bail out
any time during our flight
it
is
too
late
I have shredded the parachutes to confetti
in celebration of our arrival” - By CAConrad“don’t tell me it was
the wind!” Frank shouts
“THAT TREE
WAVED
AT ME!” - By CAConradMother was angry when
Frank accused his brother
of being a cartoon
“but look!” Frank said
“I can fold him
into airplanes!
I can chew him
into spitballs!”
“stop chewing and folding your brother!
he loves you very much!” she said
“then why doesn’t he say so?”
“because
we can’t afford a
screenwriter’s... - By Amy ClampittThe lit night glares like a day-glo strawberry,
the stakeout car beside the hydrant is full of feds,
and the ikon of our secret hero(ine?), atop the
feckless funnypaper mesa we try to live in, is that
poor dumb indestructible super-loser Krazy Kat.
O Innocence,... - By Dorianne LauxCamera in hand, I call out to them,
one by one, in twos and threes,
working up to the group shots,
the family portrait.
My nephews, scrubbed clean, dressed
in red, hug each other's mirror image
and smile the same smile.
Head to head, their dark hair... - By Corey ZellerSam Kinison died on his back on the side of a highway seemingly talking to God. Richard Pryor’s family and friends, thinking Pryor was dead after setting himself on fire, jumped over the fence of his compound in California and...
- By Betsy FrancoSend to: techno_cat@catmail.com
From: me@catmail.com
When writing friends an email
I sometimes &p*&%^$#
have a fit
if Mitchell walks across the keys
k:j^$% and adds a note
vpq#peifgu3gy ... - By Paul MuldoonI’ll be the Road Runner
To your Wile E Coyote
I’ll take you in my stride
I’ll be a Sancho Panza
To your Don Quixote
Your ever faithful guide
I’ll stand by you in the lists
With our market strategists
I’ll be your sideman, baby,
I’ll be by your... - By Alberto Ríos1
Pies have a reputation.
And it’s immediate —no talk of potential
Regarding a pie. It’s good
Or it isn’t, but mostly it is—sweet, very sweet
Right then, right there, blue and red.
It can’t go to junior college,
Work hard for the grades,
Work two jobs on... - By Dan VeraI will tell you why she rarely ventured from her house.
It happened like this:
One day she took the train to Boston,
made her way to the darkened room,
put her name down in cursive script
and waited her turn.
When they read her name... - By William ShakespeareWhen daisies pied and violets blue
And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo: Oh word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
When shepherds... - By Marcus WickerThe thing about facing your fears head on
is it only really works on TV. As an example, let’s say
a clawfoot bathtub teeming with arachnids
is your garden... - By S.J. Fowler & Max PorterI would not have thought I would have needed to say this.
Once upon a time, there was an English mole. I say mole, I mean vole, or guilty black hole. Not so much a mole as a disaffected young teacher,... - By Ntozake Shangelady in brown
de library waz right down from de trolly tracks
cross from de laundry-mat
thru de big shinin floors & granite pillars
ol st. louis is famous for
i found toussaint
but not til after months uv
cajun katie/ pippi longstockin
christopher robin/ eddie... - By Wallace Stevensi
The World without Imagination
Nota: man is the intelligence of his soil,
The sovereign ghost. As such, the Socrates
Of snails, musician of...