The 21st offering from Ten Pages Press is now available: Drinking Wine Under the Moon by Ken Trimble.
I believe in Father sun and Mother moon
I believe in rivers of light and mountains of fire
I believe in birds of heaven and angels of death
I believe in dead men walking
I believe in dead women singing
And that love is just a four letter word
And that hate eats your entrails
And that peace is another word for war
So Charley Parker play me a tune
Of the heroin Buddha
Let me dream
Of the wild horses
That rage in this heart.
The 20th book from Ten Pages Press is now available: Dead Herald Insignia by John Swain.
Aurora in the Retort
Aurora in the retort
where the apple tree
grew in return
from her split lip opening.
This deepest red
nourished the worm
before the bird
transformed its condition.
The shade unscrolled
for us to read,
I had forgotten the names
that taught me to speak.
The 19th book from Ten Pages Press is now available: My Part in the Works by Jay Passer.
WHEN IT’S TIME YOU LEAVE WITH NOTHING
When it’s time you leave with nothing
As in the uterus
No body no
Only a reputation
And if it’s a good reputation then fine
Nobody gives a damn about you flower child
But say you’re bad news
A fucking prick
Well there’s some Calvary waiting for you
Or a cage at the zoo
Where the animal’s only version of death
Is trust in Man
The eighteenth offering from Ten Pages Press is now available: Obama and Suicide Sputniks by David Lawrence.
I cast my eye into the fish tank.
I will never ever eat a fish with its head on the plate.
I cannot look into its eye.
It disgusts me
Like the President of the United States trying
To fillet me,
To strip the Constitution down to its bones,
Reapportion my meat
And suck on my skeleton like it’s his very own.
The seventeenth offering from Ten Pages Press is now available: Comfort and Joy by Andrew Taylor.
A Knife an Axe and a Spade
It lives in its particulars and details
of the housekeeping a few implements
a knife an axe and a spade
a bird in the tunnel painted floor not singing
shelter is absolutely necessary with the first
of April comes the thaw
a walk in the woods to become a friend of the pines
the southern wind picks up speed allowing
for a simpler way of life
once the sun goes down time for a chosen pursuit
the institution essentialness of the Post Office
is all news gossip?
a silent gravity as an apple falls
like a fox in a fable return to earth
The sixteenth offering from Ten Pages Press is now available: Wormwood by Jessica Otto.
Visiting Another City
Morning scribbles across the sky, running from the mouth of a bell. The Thames tastes footpath, phone booth, double-decker bus as tonguing fog that floats off the blade of a swan’s wing. I am awake before you hit the bed but my wake-up call still flounders on your whiskey soaked tongue before muddily plopping down on the leaking mattress. No good comes from conjuring your crumpled silhouette to lie amiably beside my jet lag (my fatigue) as I move my memory onto this unexplored street, past murky pub windows to where I think the bus stop waits.
The fifteenth offering from Ten Pages Press is now available: Broken Places by DB Cox.
aging without grace
wearing his hat
pulled low over one eye
splitting the world in half
maintaining his spot
on the statistical fringe
fiddle-fucking with the envelope
of the psychiatric bell curve
pondering his lost investment
old lies falling away
with every day that passes
walls of sameness
a whiskey wilderness
would-be motorcycle misfits
lonely war veterans
of rockets red glare
bombs bursting in air
& one graying blues man
loitering in the shadows
reeling under the weight
of too much input
looking for the hush
at the center
of the honky tonk universe