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18., Finding Paradise, and The Revolving Trap-Door
by Zachary C. Bush, April 2007
Raise her             gently.
Untie her              from restraint.
Hand her              the riding whip.
Ask her                 to drench your wounds in peroxide.

Three E-Mails to Damniso Lopez
by Duane Locke, April 2007
"I am not on this earth to be happy
And have love, I am only here
To psychoanalyze. I seek eternal truth,
Not my personal happiness."

Impressions, Dream, and True
by Lisa Zaran, April 2007
"That I loved you even in childhood
at an age when I still confused
dust with grief, rustling leaves
for whispers."

Learning to Despise You, Voice of the Damned, and From Another World
by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal, April 2007
"I will break every bone
In that puny body of yours.
No doubt you will increase my meds.
I know from experience."

Chained Link, I might've told him, and Mounting Meat
by The Poet Spiel, April 2007
"how can i care about another hundred casualties
piles and piles mounting up in pounds of
dead meat on their streets
i don't care if the meat is theirs or ours"

His-story is a whore and Woman Sex Blues
by Derek Davey, April 2007
"How's it feel to be the fall guy?
The hands that hoist you
Film your jerky kicks"

Eureka! and Overbreadth: A New World
by A. Michael Sears, April 2007
"Green like love,
we danced on shining waters,
and fired guns into the air.
We laughed sadness at the moon,"

This Child, After the Flood Left Town, and Where You Are
by Geraldine Green, April 2007
"i taste you
in the back of the plastic wind
in the underside of a blizzard
on top of a mountain"

This Child, After the Flood Left Town, and Where You Are
by Geraldine Green, April 2007
"i taste you
in the back of the plastic wind
in the underside of a blizzard
on top of a mountain"

'the fleeting wish,' A Deep River, and Uvays & Mohammed
by Louise Landes Levi, March 2007
the fleeting wish
of/ what our fathers
did                                   

Yoga at 115 Degrees, Chris, and Medicine Cabinet
by Shane Allison, March 2007
"Did it hurt? Do you ache and if so, tell me where and
be sure to tell me everything."

Current Events, Idiomatic, An Impromptu Using Scaffolds, and Salutary Surgery or Humdrum Substitute
by Maurice Oliver, March 2007
"During the Baroque concert that evening I sit close enough to notice how the blue veins move around beneath the transparent skin of the dark-haired cello player. When she stands to accept the applause I realize her dress in adorable. I pretend to remember it from the performance a month again, so she won't be offended."

Christmas Eve, Yesterday, What Was, and Winners and Losers
by Anthony Liccione, March 2007
"I poke into night,
where corners of whores
ready in their Santa hats
approach my car"

At the Ferry, Hiking, and Eden, Revisited
by Changming Yuan, March 2007
"from the front yard of a melodious morning
from the busy road of a sweet saturday
from the moist corner of a heavy march
and from the back lane of a pale winter"

The Poet Laureate, The Thesis, and A Human Among Us
by Thomas Van Stockum, March 2007
"I tell her I don't like surprises.
    She shrugs and I know she has not been listening.
Not that I ever listen to her."

Elbow, Old Uncle Gus and I Had a Nice Talk, and Emily Knew
by Michael Estabrook, March 2007
"she knew exactly
what she was all about —
who she was
in her quiet little world —"

Never found and The lives of flies and fish
by Violetta Tarpinian, March 2007
"and I laughed my head off
because he couldn't find me
I'm done laughing
he hasn't found me yet"

January 5, Strange Dream, and Haven't You Sometimes Just Walked The
by Lyn Lifshin, March 2007
"Aren't there days wild
sun is just depressing?
It's what an ex-con said
about life in Big Sur, a dark"

syrupin w/9 letters and 5 spaces
by mIEKAL aND and Lyx Ish, January 2007
"+Crossmediate. Sound file response with voice / noise / ambience. Or reinterpret as a webpage. Take it off the computer completely & respond by book, mail, letterpress, paper sculpture, text/action. +/"

On the Barge of the Soud, P piece, Bleak Use, S zon, and Caw Huffer
by The Be Blank Consort, January 2007
"The Be Blank Consort was born in June 2001 at The Atlantic Center for the Arts (New Smyrna Beach, FL) when all of its members were part of a literary residency convened by Richard Kostelanetz. They are all writers, but they all use language in greatly expanded and often completely new ways and contexts. The Consort was formed to perform various kinds of texts, many of them created collaboratively, in ways that would reveal new resonances and possibilities in them."

Green
by Tantra Bensko, January 2007
"Is a prayer that answers itself,
        With the hoot of an owl,
               The stones that wind follows
All night, as you walk,"

Two excerpts from Cyborg Opera
by Christian Bök, January 2007
"lob a bomb
to bomb
pop-art
gewgaws"

Whatever It Takes, Baby Makes, Adrift, and All the Fuss
by Barbara DeCesare, January 2007
Poems by Barbara DeCesare have appeared previously in Unlikely Stories, as well as Poetry, Alaska Quarterly Review and many others. She is a perennial instructor at the University of Pennsylvania's Writers' Conference, a featured writer at the most recent Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival, and a paralegal with a depressing collection of cute pumps and three teenaged kids.

Pinball Graveyard and Fascist Insect
by Dulabomber, January 2007
"Dulabomber is just two guys who kinda live in Milwaukee and can't afford heat..." These tracks are off last year's self titled full length. As of a month ago Ricky and Spider are back in the studio with some very special guests throwing down some wicked vicious soundscapes of gruff-ass down-tempo melodrama. New this year are some con fangled disco weirdo tracks sure to lighten your igloo's mood, even as the ol' hypothermia sets in.

Paul Dutton
visual poetry, January 2007
Paul Dutton is a poet, novelist, essayist, and oral sound artist, whose artistic focus since 1967 has been the fusion of the literary and musical impulses. He has taken his art to festivals, clubs, concert halls, and classrooms throughout Canada, the United States, and Europe, appearing solo and in ensemble (The Four Horsemen, CCMC, Five Men Singing).

Red
by Amanda Earl, January 2007
"...the words "poem," "poetry" and "poet" mess me up. i try to conform to this inner nag droning on and on about what a poem is supposed to be; i enforce line breaks for no particular reason, fall into precious language and unnatural syntax...

Alphaglyphs
by endwar, January 2007
"I just wanted to see what would happen if i could make the letters interact in some mathematical way, and see what sort of shapes would result. There are some reappearances of letter forms in diminished or transposed forms – many variations on E, H and a few As. Some crosses, and some forms that look like obscure symmetric signs..."

Cross-Media
by Michael Harold, January 2007
"To write a poem, you usually start with a word, any word, and soon find that you have written a whole string of them. After placing your words in a string, left to right or right to left, depending on your cultural habits and artistic inclinations, you put the strings one on top of the other in rows, or side by side in columns. That is how we make a poem or any other page of words."

In Germania, The Portuguese Did Sing
by Geof Huth, January 2007
Geof Huth is an American who has lived on most continents on earth. Over the years, he has created visual and other poems in a wide variety of formats: lineated verse, prose, object, painting, drawing, voice, and film.

Snowglyphs
by Geof Huth, January 2007
Visual poems sculpted in snow, photographed as they were effected by the elements and human intervention.

This Is Your Final Nitris
by Adeena Karasick, January 2007
Adeena Karasick's books are marked with an urban, Jewish, feminist aesthetic that continually challenges linguistic habits and normative modes of meaning production. Her writing has been described as "electricity in language" (Nicole Brossard) and "plural, cascading, exuberant in its cross-fertilization of punning and knowing, theatre and theory" (Charles Bernstein).

Graffiti
by Márton Koppány, January 2007
"I have always tried to be laconic..."

As You
by Donna Kuhn, January 2007
Donna Kuhn is a poet, author, dancer, visual and video artist. She has been mixing and crossing media for as long as she can remember. Lately she dabbles in sound text poetry and music to create original soundtracks for her video work. She lives in Northern California.

Janan Leikazu
visual poems, January 2007
'there's a number of things i think of when creating these pieces, i'll try and explain some of that. a letter - letters generalized – can come down to a "natural" shape (a grapefruit, a waffle, a face, a road (something "seen")) or a shape abstracted (a square (the shape of many canvasses, the shape of waffle -grids-), a line ("thread shape"));'

dog dream and temptation
by Kaz Maslanka, January 2007
"My first paintings from the early nineteen seventies, inspired by music, were images visualized in the music. Soon after, my synaesthesia moved toward a more empirical path by creating a visual language for aural experiences. My interest in correlating experience through language spawned my desire to study mathematics and physics. I am currently pursuing my interest in using mathematics as a language for art."

consider the lillies, holy glow, imaginaive child, i spyed a spider, and run!
by Sean McCluskey, January 2007
Sean McCluskey: Born 1972 in Scotland. Studied art at Edinburgh and Dundee. Started cutting up texts in 1994 in an effort to get a hands on approach to poetry. Worked with the now defunct The Beta Band on two tours as the warm up act reading poetry. Has travelled widely; U.S.A, Mexico, Thialand, Nepal, Russia, India, West Africa, France, Sweden, Turkey and more.

Memory Tables
by Gil McElroy, January 2007
"Two hundred years ago, two European powers intent on colonial expansion and hungry for the resources this continent offered clashed there, and as a consequence it has a history of heartbreak, great tragedy, and violence. In the mid-eighteenth century this place was home to French settlers who set about trying to agriculturally tame the wetlands."

Twelve Digital Poems
by Marko Niemi, January 2007
These visual poems are animated through the use of Web-based scripting functions.

Once More Around the Sun: A 2007 Calendar
by W. Bradford Paley, January 2007
"The visual/cultural resonances with ancient native American calendars, mandalas, antique engravings of the solar system; the red weekends at the bright center and the wavy outer corona all have been turned to directly support the calendar's use as a tool. It contextualizes every hour, even on a year's time scale: if someone marks the calendar, then looks back in even as little as an hour, they will be able to see time's inexorable march.

American Flact
by Alan Semerdjian, January 2007
"Facts are for facts are for..."

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