Jim Leftwich

 faced to avoid arrangements

aridity of graph / the

philoxophi of art / smokestack

regional chromosome for

data-ethics who

systematize the sky the sky

noun defunct in tithes of

articles who lease the

leaf the leaves of

research / beneath the

sea enclosed by

clothing / clots corridor,

squared zonal pholoxophi

of art if art on art or art

preposterous volcano

have been pierced by

vocal hazards / whose

phjiloxophi of arrt are

unexpected array

spells avalanche

in formative conflicts

associated with third concerns

scattering wildly map-leaps

full of rainforests and northern

lights / pjhiloophi of descending

axiom / caveats squirrel

mantle eating a lifetime / a lot

of you feeding on mountains &

mountains of boiling soil

sound withers the focus-broth

projectimma philoxxophie

transmogrify the fish therein

the fish / their fish / praxis

inverted by real-time bodies

by real-world embodiments by

bring touch to their own

attractions

brings together stamen also

cupola not only with their

red specifics / routes are

transparent within their new

renewable / philoxxible

research uniquely role play

players layers possibly

impoxximate

sands have authorship / upon

the broad static statelessness

/ instead of design,

storytellers / building

emancipatory wheat upon the

conditions for anti-war

Ivars Balkits - Kafkastrophe!

So it sparkles and confetti, pointed-out headgear, behind tinted windshield,

rails freshly spiked,

whilst in furthest corner
left twig nuzzles hairs around the hoof.

Or on high heels,
about to charge, tamping the already dreadfully trammeled into flat pain, 

like a forklift, like every very-hard. And we haven’t even gotten to the top of the diagonal

yet. Enormous

thickets rise to the top of upper windows, crusting off at the higher ridge of the spine, grabbing as a hound its rag toy,
and the spider eye doing her best to shade from view

this dent. O, 

climb now the point between two points as imagined ever really,
the expiring cities grab for attention last.

Nicholas Hayes - Ovipositor

slick scars suffuse

furry belly with

phallic imperative – 

ectoplasmic orchid.

emergent 

hymenopterous

old growth

around a band of callus

keratin sheath. lip-heavy constriction,

warmth around hardness. other limbs at my service,

sliding. no son of adam. the king fills his decanter 

faster than he can suck around the band. callus sheath.

paradise trail stops at the belly

button – smooth, taut, slit. hard around warm. other

limbs at my service sliding

more liquid than space in jelly jar

whiskey – aqua to melon green spilling

around the band– punching

membrane, puncturing, feeling

around vital organs for abdominal spaces.

sleeping beauty veiled 

in pink shatters his 

straight friend.

in a drunken night inside 

wickerwork porn.

pursuing unknowledge by

tickling a pretty little hole.

first degree of possibility 

in pink shattering spoonfuls 

of modified womb fuck.

infinite dispersal of

perceived commerce in pink

language of shattering. his friend

compelled to shit money and commodity

from mirage admiration.

the wake of

captive birds

under libidinal skin

become maiden.

the wake of

planted finger bones

under libidinal skin

become jelly fish.

victims sacrificed 

to paper wasps

devolve to callus

and keratin scars.

Sheila Murphy - 3 poems

 Hay(na)ku Sequence

pensive little seesaw

beneficiary nocturnal

mostly 

chimes

across elongated 

latitude to deflect 

an attitude perpetually

showing through

clear

drapes

patched across

the incendiary rodeo

bladey as gay

winter leitmotif

unduly

marginal

why not

broadcast via broadband

this broad rimmed

flimsy dove

tailing

raw

uncertain fish

trapped under pond

light hiding water

dark as

rugs

so 

race metallic 

Porsche like fast

as harshness glowing

within darkness

hush

fends

for some 

self not you

the altar crowd

already thin

conceptually

grows

broken in 

sotto perpendicular flight

***

Forward

Speaker. Language. Mirror. Wood. 

Elaborate dimension slows the mood.

Traipsing. Fever. Waltz. Disuse.

A tremolo fuses dance in feud. 

Surrender. Chisel. Leaflet. Good.

I'm in a garden thick with thorny roots.

Commitment. Rapture. Dozens. Brood.

She made her bed and lies now in her mood. 

***

Central Phoenix 

Rosy-faced lovebirds breed here. Palm trees thick with them give off chirping sounds. Flickering bright heads charge the neighborhood. Clouds cannot harm insistent peace. I walk near music, hear another childhood. Tiny parrots form a new community of light.

Texas Fontanella

 My deaf ear on the sure compulsory ruffian

Mafia interrogate switch legged houses stuffy with

Carry no hedge of privacy concrete affect

Ion the non betrayers, greed elect

Death's all blue, wive the red flag

Along and lone the beach these beds drag

Molten promised country, average doom

Spooned out doubt for an avalanche room

Restrained by trees, suffocating chat

Suffer grazing on the e chat

A brave cold, fatigued as evening

Rumpling like a sheet, dawn spreads like a stain when you have to get there similes Lycra shiny stare

Commentaries whiny, left f' lighter stars

Climate war dross n exile dress, bile to chest, Nile to molest,  th' best, proletariat against time

My derriere up in rhyme, Fred Perrier now up in crime

QR scanned like the area now there are no lines

Bravado menaces, squawking like Hennessy

The plans of thief's you oughtn't, but we Audened till penning me

Like to see what happens when someone benders me

Give it a go crazy - Blender's free, cooking  brains or the flavour of the week

We don't want much but to be the favourite of the weak (end)