ABOUT

CONTENTS

EDITORIAL

ARCHIVE

LAGNIAPPE

MAST

SUBMISSIONS

THREE POEMS
by Heidi Peppermint


REAL TOADS

He got up to play in the partable

terrible vision. I don't think I can fall asleep
if the door is opens, do you? Finally,

we bridge to word it, ticking off our

          trues. Sly by sly, backs up against
the all, a rational awe keeling. A thirst

bell sounded in the distress, we

scat dawn on the then monstrous. Verily
showy, the harness gives say. I'm

              rowing out to get flume flesh bare,

order a furl to quiver me a good lushing,

swap acquired state sanctioned
            for swarm, flare a now starry.

He shrugs, Wet ever.



BAROMETRIC

We spent all our time on the lark.

We held each other closed, promising
we'd be open.   I wanted to know
what's this business.   I very badly wanted

to rerun home.   My desires have never been
up to scratch.   Yet, I went to itch
religiously.   I wore my best address spun
out of control.   Nothing worked.

50+ hours a week.   Exhausting.
Soundlessly.   It filled with interior
dialogue.   I couldn't hear the thing.

We drove it out to the field.   We let it ago.



LIFESTYLE CLOISTERS

Someone chose the Arm ye!
Someone chose the Knave? Ye!
Someone chose the Mar eons!
Be awful you can believe.

Someone chose the Men is!  Stare ye!
to be a maim of the claw,
to give a mar and veil us Sir! Man!
to assure the succoring of the notion.

Someone chose a mort gauged, a morish gagging, a marting haze
to pay and play for a thirst borne, first born buoy & a darling ditty twirl
& a colonial call of only white How is? with tall pilled hours, in a nice
dull vision Sir! sounded by a nor rest--he's gone all the way, locks,
stocks & shares, barreling toward the burning to world the furniture.