[image by katelyn beverlin]skip.3 [december 2004]
[image by katelyn beverlin]
prashant emani : swanson's swan song
cody stewart : the moon will take me home
christa beverlin : your favorite poem
teresa mock : home through the corn fields
bryce beverlin II
you awakened her teeth
shape flavor
soft table
end bursting placed dazzle
are go ahead the
prashant emani
Dip feet in lava.
Turn right face the star on your extreme circular left.
Hold the chapstick in one hand and chase lightning bugs with the other.
Splash the soap in your hair.
Dare to glare at the sun.
Ultra violate your sanity.
Scream at the faint orange mountains.
Run at the brass leaves tongue flailing.
Hang upside down from sulphur clouds.
Paddle in the quicksand.
Doodle in the mud.
Waltz with the tentacled creature.
Peak interest at the sight of nerf bottlenoses.
Lower nadir than the other side of china.
Sit hunched up in my green branched cove.
Craven solace in light.
Craving solitude in omnipresent bird calls.
Pogo stick to the nearest asteroid.
Void the latest haemorrhoid.
Golf with the afro of the alien king.
Dig to the core with the nub of your bald spot.
Bend the bars of the star map grid.
Tilt the lilting tone and smile.
Pour out three glasses for the gas guests—they’ve dissipated from
a long way off.
Sort the cards into four separate decks: deuces in one, church pews in the next.
Speak softly when you feel the need to holler.
Exasperate your neighbor.
Tame your saviour instinct.
Take a nose-cone dive into the ramjet.
Plop on a couch seat in mercury rivers.
jessica popp
being sad is like being stabbed.
it hurts from the inside out
and you aren't sure where it hurts.
it just does.
cody stewart
The moon will take me home.
It does everynight Every night
I walk in dark ness
without a torch or light
but this is okay
for I know without sway
That somehow in the darkness around me
That I can face another day
For in the darkening woods
lies a face in the shadows
and the animals and the goods
And the silent, gray meadows
But all of this unseen
Is but a twinkle in my eye
shown from the moon above
From just another silly guy
Here will I lie me
in this darkened place
For here I will never see
The texture or the taste
But in this certain surrounding
A case I will make to eye
That although a darkened area
It's just another place to die.
christa beverlin
will you have dinner with me tusday
night?
true thai. two young people. one old guy?
maybe curry? maybe wok?
we can sit and talk.
say im hurting inside
from obsession carving grooves in my skin
i want to let you in
say im sorry; i make mistakes
but you just being here
shakes it all away
what do you say?
teresa mock
Driving home
Down the road that goes through the corn fields
Colors brighter than a 70 watt bulb
How new and fresh
This cloudy blue marble looks
After a week of the rain of you and I
The black eyed daisies and I grinning at the world
Boundaries seem limitless
Impossible circumstances
Reduced to cherry ice lolls
Gleaming happily on the horizon
In my mind's eye I can see
The smile that matches your crystaline voice
Just knowing that you're alive
Breathing the air
A gentle joy wells up tight inside me
Bursting forth at each new though of you
And the incredible release of
Going
Gone
Out into the blue