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Oct 9, 2012

demise in the afternoon - ben nardolilli & king, three skulls, the gift - evan spears

Demise in the Afternoon

Take tickets, take seats,
Grab a view for you or two,
Things are happening
And the earth is deciding
To try and shake us off for good,
You don’t want to miss this.

Our sins are finally reaching
The threshold for poetic justice,
The circle, once broken,
Will now be finished off,
This is the one and only appearance
Of this apocalypse.

























Ben Nardolilli currently lives in Arlington, Virginia. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, fwriction, THEMA, Pear Noir, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. His chapbook Common Symptoms of an Enduring Chill Explained, has been published by Folded Word Press. He maintains a blog at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is looking to publish his first novel. 


KING, THREE SKULLS, THE GIFT - Evan Spears

Oct 2, 2012

Taking the Cake & The Untied Stales - Paul Hostovsky w/ Life Drawing - Evan Spears





Taking the Cake

The urinal
cake, that deodorizer
thingy: small, white,
hockey puck-
like, lozenge-like,
lemon Italian ice-
like, deceptively
fragrant in the urinal's
sepsis, ultimately
irresistible
to the three-year-old
that you were
when you reached your hand in
to take it
and put it in your mouth
while I stood next to you,
not seeing you,
because I was looking
blissfully up
at the dropped ceiling,
peeing
the jumbo regular
coffee of the last
rest stop out in torrents,
exhaling contentedly,
feeling good about
life in general
and you and your beautiful
mother waiting in the car
in particular,
not to mention my perfectly
functioning bladder
emptying itself
the way it should,
which always feels
good no matter how
you cut it. 



The Untied Stales


of America, my daughter
has written over the map
of the lower forty-eight
a little carelessly,
transposing two letters,
forgetting to cross one t,
the map itself colored in
a little sloppily, dark crayon
spilling in from Canada
and bleeding into Mexico.
And how perfect is that?























Taking the Cake & The Untied Stales - Paul Hostovsky (PaulHostovsky.com)

Life Drawing-Evan Spears (erspears.deviantart.com / erspears.tumblr.com)