Sunday, September 25, 2016


I’m on a lot of drugs 
by which I mean 
the world spins 
incessant as a fly 
hovering around
our jalapeno poppers
I’m joking though
I don’t eat anything
that’s breaded
or go out in public
anywhere featuring
a screen for the staring
We are all at work 
whether sleeping
or cutting logs 
we are at work 
I bolted from the dynamic
after learning Ellen
got mauled at work 
while beginning surgery
on a pit-mix
Everything’s fatal 
if you didn’t know
Everything’s fatal
No world’s an exception
Dollar dollar bill etcetera, 
the world is collapsing. 
The world is a funny place
composed of compounds. 
Fusilli drags through our days. 
A bluish ruin takes place
and I itch incessant. 
As an abandoned anaphylactic shock 
I recommend none go forward. 
(but what about the drugs?) 
(no drugs! 
screams the water slide.) 
Some new object goes to war with our civilian tastes. 
All amasses. 
What isn’t abrasive is suspect. 
A certain amount 
(of salt) is required to go on inside of preposition day. 
Deadly as cornered subject: 
most’s for naught. 
Otherwise suspend our hearts indefinitely. 
When I reach out to you 
after your injury
your sick dumb injury 
when you don’t respond to that
I require mustard. 
Mustard and a shotgun, 
Where do we ache from here? 

--Joseph Goosey 

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Juicy Parts

No-one remembers
the juicy parts.
 Where did my water break?
Was the gush like on TV,
in public on a stalled subway car?
Did I shit during delivery?
How many relatives
watched my cunt's open mouth
scream free a baby?
How can that image
dissolve in time's acid?
Feces on the floor?
Red face
in a hole
stiched fresh in a spare room
while walls remained
clouds, and the needle
was a pal who whispered
"Sleep it off. No
big deal."

--Quinn White 

Friday, September 16, 2016

Thank You For Your Bravery

Growth and Healing
A Beautiful Pain
A lonely dance in the rain
Only to begin again.
Ever changing chaos
Within my heart gets lost.
Growth and Healing
Truly is appealing
Dance with me my friends
The means justify the ends
Infinite choices
Together they can hear our voices
It is our world to create
Thank you to those who demonstrate.

--Cyn Dee Adams

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Speak Your Peace: Alison Clarke

This piece was originally performed on March 22 @ Cha Island, as part of our local Speak Your Peace event! It was grand. You shoulda been. 


A circle
Who are you?
What are you?
Robes of Red
A hum,
The Meditation
Headdresses of
Fuchsia, Indigo,
Reminiscent of
Ships that
A people running
Cold rocks,
A new world...
Surrounded by Sun
Who are you?
What are you?

--Alison Clarke