Fan Submission – “That I Regret”
That I Regret
I run to the waterfall to cleanse my face To forget the last zabava and remove lipstick from my face The girl I loved had loved me back (more…)
Fan Submission – “Sunflower”
Sunflower
Oh sunflower, wilted away in the dark I know you’ve had better days.The weather’s been worse
And you my sunflower have felt it
I see you in the day dark blue ‘gainst a fence, so pale.
Sunflower, you are and will be to no avail. (more…)
Fan Submission #3 – Flush
Flush
by Anonymous
You’re omnipresent in my mind.
Separate but appart.
You are my shelter, the hand that trembles as I take the cigarette.
A cloud of sweet smoke, and lips that softly urge.
I’m tense.
And bewildered.
Gently, slowly, you’ll corrupt me.
(more…)
Fan Submission # 2 – "A-story-a"
A-story-a
To him, people seemed to always be going somewhere. Always walking home, or to school, off to work, speeding to the hospital, or to the grocery story because it would close at nine and they were out of milk, or to visit their fat aunt with that nice brownstone, who was actually quite the bitch but had just the right amount of zeros on her paycheck that she was worth talking to. You know, in case she died.
Still, though, everyone was always in motion. But really, it remained a mystery if anyone was actually going anywhere at anytime. These straphangers and commuters, masters of crowding up sidewalks and staircases, had as much direction in their lives as queenless ants, pushing forward and sidestepping.
There were tunnels and escalators, arrivals, and departures. Streets like corridors filling up with traffic. Delays. A chorus of car horns with soprano, alto, and bass. The New York Times was 50 cents. Loafers and high heels. Briefcases and purses. Lots of Coffee. Metrocards. Turnstiles. Click. Clunk. Click. Green train. Yellow train. Red train. Like the traffic lights. Tickets, please! All aboard. Next Stop: So and So. Watch the gap. Watch the door. “Ow, fucker, you stepped on my foot.” Running late. What’s the time? Walk. Don’t Walk. Crosswalk. Jaywalk. Excuse me. Pardon me. Taxi! Wait for it. Wait for it. Off duty. On Duty. And by the way, this cab smells like someone took a shit in it.
It was chaos. It was home. It was routine. And it was still what you would call summer, although not for much longer. The weather didn’t matter all too much, because regardless of temperature people were always out and about, off on their own business. It was dizzying, and he felt like sitting, somewhere nice, bright and quiet, where he could just breathe. That sounded nice. Just the thought sounded nice.
His father spoke in short sentences using a lexicon of only the most elegant words. The man spoke with such intention.
“Jesus Christ, Jimmy! Get the fuck outside! Go outside, and get some goddamn fresh air.”
Fan Submission – "Water Skiing"
Water Skiing
Sliding into the wet rubber,
Dawn the skis and wait to be pulled!
It pulls and swerves,
The motor moans pleasantly at the speed
Until you can’t take it anymore – you fall limp into the water
Frustration ensues and waits for you to get back up.
