| Below are excerpts from a poem by each author, Please click on the title for the full poem. |
| Sophia Ali (poems and photos) Blurred Visions on the Bus from Boulder The Spendthrift Your silvery navel full Of my unraveling alcohol Spend the slow circle coined Between my legs, the blood I lend you every month |
Yogesh Chawla 4.6.98 Ode to My House 4 a.m. Wind i slept with you for three nights without sleeping and i lost the poems i had written for you in another sleepless night where i wish i would be sleepless next to you |
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| Erin Duehring lost on a red couch walking home from my last wenesday ever This is how I know I'm in love Because the mud puddles are glorious The city is pure jewels And I can see it all. |
John Ejaife II Pyragami Le Prematin This is the type of day where You're caught off guard When night pulls down its pants, Revealing the ugly crack of dawn |
| Timothy Hodor Evening Drops The candle Of some Melancholy man Burns in The midnight Of life |
Colin James Buses Turning Prayer calculated a plan and the words repetitions numbed it. A tick-tock mincing chassis had been reduced to sleek, square lines. |
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| Eric
Joyce Metal Brains void main(void) //would i not gladly switch for a { //genuine bruise. even the most volatile vehemence |
Diane Kaplan Untitled 1 Untitled 2 my curious legs too sadistic to take the cue |
| Jennie Metzger 27 People in Motion Heartbeats long sleeves dark pants sandals in the springtime. |
Errol Miller Joker in the Pack confident my generation has learned a lot drinking and smoking, financed to the hilt, they are damnright defeated at times |
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| Sachin
Pandya Hd's Thirsty too Take Daily With Water To Ease Congestion there's a thing or two about saturdays that i love. that you can have them everyday if you don't try hard enough |
Sanjay
Pani Do You Celebrate Christmas? Shaken Up Soda Can Finally, I went up to the attic I saw how crazy my mom was, holding onto my graduation picture |
| Simon
Perchik *** tears whose bottom sand is covered with storms and under my heart a birdcall becomes in time a stone |
Jeremy Rosenberg Repent somewhere high in the hills on a trail i used to hike i became useless, and everyone i have met since then can sense it. |
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| George Shaffer The Pianist when guest drifted away like melting fog as lonely as they arrived |
Kenny Smith Perhaps to Dream "Grandpa, it's me," my three year old granddaughter whispers, tapping softly on my bedroom door. |
| Melissa Tennen Lie Still In your head, where you are alone, between the Barbie dolls in your childhood to 9 a.m. conference calls |
Julian Urban Agony is my Instrument Powered by my deteriorated self The truth is but mere philosophy |
 last updated Nov. 7, 2000 |
| Rosemary J. Wentworth Green Against Grey surviving in the rubble like the beheaded dandelion where life is held by one root hair |
Sarah
Zaranek 5 a.m. 5:00 am on the bus i see the moon, white and waning so deliciously incomplete |
| John Sweet The Mouth of Sleeping Rapists and the dogs guard their bones like jealous lovers |
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