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on May 5, 2013 in S&R Literature, S&R Poetry
An A Cappella Tribute Elvis Presley, God of the rowdy pelvis, was a Sun King in his own right. An elder of the Craft and a Most High Priestess of Elvis, says Elvis personally awoke white, middle-class America’s white-man-overbite chakra, and shapeshifted throughout his life from the splendid young Peacock God to the fat, laughing […]
by Poetry
on May 2, 2013 in S&R Literature, S&R Poetry, WordsDay
Rebuked Because the thunderstorm needed watching, I rocked on the front porch to behold the night scolded by lightning. Above me a buzzing bulb drew a twisting cloud of insects. When they reached it, they ricocheted, scalded and blind. _____ M.J. De Angelis lives on the Lamprey River in Durham, New Hampshire and enjoys fly […]
by Poetry
on April 4, 2013 in S&R Literature, S&R Poetry, WordsDay
Untitled Send a god symbol through our daisy-chained heads— fix the fireflies in our throats, drown receivers for impending dreams, stammering the dulcimer, name me kin, gentle conquest of meat, torrents of mania, polite chained cameos, unchained epochs of light roused over and over, come the shadows between the hours, falling on the same backseats […]
by Poetry
on March 8, 2013 in S&R Literature, S&R Poetry
They were sorcerers, bringers of sunshine, gypsy queens shimmying down the hills of the pregnant earth, budding with life, crashing through the tunnels that once contained them. Minds like baby dragons trapped in acorn caps, unraveling and spilling over edges of a dark stage into an audience Nothing but empty chairs draped with dust and […]
by Poetry
on February 15, 2013 in ArtsWeek, S&R Literature, S&R Poetry
and they say that’s how Brooke Shields landed the 1980 spring issue of Vogue, after all – before those eglantine eyes made her a tabloid queen, it was her brows that floored the likes of Thierry Mugler and Azzedine Alaïa: those martial, luscious supercilia, cutting across her forehead like two thick rows of Idaho barley […]
by fiction
on February 13, 2013 in ArtsWeek, S&R Fiction, S&R Literature
On his twenty-ninth birthday, Clifford threw moderation to the wind and tied the knot with his Skagway High sweetheart, Linda Marie. The daughter of a Ketchikan gillnetter, Linda Marie was studying to become a marine biologist. After the honeymoon — a road trip to the Whitehorse Moosehide Gala – Colt .45 shut her old man’s […]
by Poetry
on February 13, 2013 in ArtsWeek, S&R Literature, S&R Poetry
the pedantic romantic his somatic compunction his chaste waste the static charge of arousal is just that, static, without the impetus of action the semiotic semi-erotics of formative fornicative experiences mislead without falsehood impulse spurious vaginal angels petrichor to mithridate shamanic shagman caress a rough flesh of lump and crease Michael C. Rush is made […]
by Poetry
on February 11, 2013 in S&R Literature, S&R Poetry
I was at the bar, worried my hair looked like Frankenstien’s bride, admiring your tan arms. My hands wiped air like napkins I don’t know what I expected them to say— didn’t know they were wilted sheets, surrender flags. When we watched the Bollywood movie, I wanted to be that girl who unfurled in a […]
by fiction
on February 11, 2013 in ArtsWeek, S&R Literature, S&R Nonfiction
“Can anyone give me an example of irony in Oedipus the King?” Silence. In the back, where he thinks I can’t see him, the P.E. major in ripped jeans and a t-shirt touting some brand of Tequila texts his girlfriend. The girl to his left checks her iPhone for messages. The kid to her left […]
by fiction
on February 9, 2013 in S&R Fiction, S&R Literature
In retirement, you’re supposed to do those things you’ve always wanted to do. Whether I like it or not, money, at least for me, is no longer a factor. Even with money out of the picture, it’s not that easy. Just yesterday my agent said to me, “I always knew I was destined to accomplish […]
by fiction
on February 7, 2013 in S&R Fiction, S&R Literature, WordsDay
I didn’t pay much attention to the little things: strangers, antics, and matters of triviality. I saw straight ahead. I saw whatever was necessary. Expending further energy would require a matter of significance. And that was what kept me safe each time I walked home from work with a load of cash in my pockets. […]
by fiction
on February 5, 2013 in S&R Literature, S&R Nonfiction
It’s mid-October and I’m bundled up, wearing long sleeves that cap the tops of my hands, a normal thing for me. Ever since I started doing outreach with teens, I’ve become even more self-conscious about the scars that run down my wrists from cutting, and the tattoos that remind me about the journey I’ve made. […]
by Poetry
on January 17, 2013 in S&R Literature, S&R Poetry, WordsDay
- Believe it or not, the ancient Chinese 5-Agent Principle accounts for us all. 1/ Water (born in a year ending in 2 or 3) -helps wood but hinders fire; helped by metal but hindered by earth with her transparent tenderness coded with colorless violence she is always ready to support or sink the powerful […]
by Poetry
on December 13, 2012 in S&R Literature, S&R Poetry, WordsDay
Blood and Calendars There is deep terror in how the world wants to curl around your hand. It is almost too easy. Monuments collapse with a push. Let’s place boundaries on the sea before us. String up ropes. Too much time, too little motivation. I want to play video games for whole afternoons. I want […]
by Poetry
on December 7, 2012 in S&R Literature, S&R Poetry
A thing of no ordinary pulse A thing of adventure in mountains A thing of love and when you speak of love a million have spoken your thoughts vibed your waves and dreamt those archetype dreams of the urns and embers of love already but keep going This thing is your heart and your veins […]