Starfish
Posted by Lauren Yates | Filed under Poetry, Print
Make worlds with me. My hands have grown lazy, and these potential worlds crave the touch of someone foreign. I’m not satisfied, and I won’t be until you do whatever I ask. Mold my creation. The corners are uneven and yellow and cold. Take in the smell of Sunday school leisure. Taste the saltiness of my skin. It is no different from clear crystals on goldfish crackers swimming in paper cups. Napkins do no good here. There is nothing to wipe, nothing to fall into your lap, except for everything you never expected. Isn’t it wonderful that our expectations are not causes; they are foolishness in retrospect. Look back with me. Look back to why you are the way you are. You never would have called it that. You might have called it your past, your memories, the things you couldn’t control. What you’d fast forward to get to the good parts. Stop worrying so much. Take everything in, let your feet dangle without fear of castration. Real men don’t have to touch the floor.
brief case
Posted by Marion Smallwood | Filed under Poetry, Print
your fingers will wake up blue and frightened
by how tightly i am wrapped around them,
not tight enough, maybe.
maybe you will still like to decorate the center of your fist
with my hair,
it is so pretty on the floor, you will like
that my nipples crave the taste of cigarette cherries, that
my belly button likes to swallow you.
salty.
we are tongues against tree bark, innocent things sliding
in and out of private places.
i am sure my experiences have twin sisters, they are beautiful.
i know there are others who will and have kissed like me,
but they will not look better in my lipstick, they will
give you a journal, they will write your name in pretty cursive.
this journal belongs to
they will be sorry, they will be so sorry
but they will not be, they will be
safety pins jammed under fingernails.
jesus christ, i love to
bleed.
EP Fall Auditions
Posted by Marion Smallwood | Filed under Announcements
Poet? Performer? Puppet? Pirate? The Excelano Project Auditions are fast approaching. Tryout for our cult or…don’t. And by cult I mean organization. Please come with 2-3 minutes of original material to perform in front of the group! Memorization is not required, but it’s definitely a good look. Come out! Don’t be nervous, be fly.
Date: September 16, 2010
Time: 8:00pm – 10:00pm
Location: Kelly Writers House, 3805 Locust Walk
Untitled Admission
Posted by Alysia Harris | Filed under Poetry, Print
I think in one word sentences.
You.
Me.
Forever.
Once.
