Sunday, May 24, 2015

Eva Jackson: 0091

Matt by Diana Bloem

I finished draping the washing. I can’t do it like you. I am
thinking about you. All the time. I want you at home. I never
thought sleeping alone could be so wrong. The washing felt
matt. I didn’t use enough fabric softener. It smells like you.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

See Me Coming by Gary Cummiskey

New From Tearoom Books: 30 Poems by Pravasan Pillay


30 Poems by Pravasan Pillay collects a selection of poems written mostly between 2003-2006 and published in South African journals. The themes of the poems are old, new and broken love; sex; marriage; failure; vanity; and quitting smoking.

Eva Jackson: 0090

Dangerous Logic

"The heart is like a needle,
The mind is like a knife,"
Said the long-ago man who would
Make me his wife.
I guess he thought of a needle as mending
I guess he thought of a knife as rending.
But knives can make delicious stews,
And sever these semantic blues.
If I try to use mine often
Does that make me a savage boffin?
And needles are known for provoking a whimper
If you've ever been a small kid with a splinter.
They're famed for piercing, and removing,
As much as sewing up your clothing.
With only needles and no knives
We'd all be living frightful lives.

Victoria Williams: 0288

I don't think I've ever worked through or let go of or forgotten a single feeling I've ever felt. They're all still there in my chest cavity and this explains heart burn.

Internet Sentences: 0058

Although, you may wonder why I am so soon revealing myself to you without knowing you, well I will say that my mind convinced me that you may be the true person to help me.