"I love good ole hamburger joints... This is one located
deep in Southern Tennessee near Chattanooga. The color from the neon almost overwhelms you as you drive by. It also backs
up its claim as one the best shake and hamburger joint in the regional area."
— Ed Rode, photographer
the city (anonymously)
in sect signage (ph.) minority based semiotics
where meta-ghetto sub-cults usurp authority through an aggressive iconographic lexicon, one where neo-collectivisim reconstructs
deviations into a unified art form of territorial expression, heterogeneity usurped to directly tackle political actions which
art & advertising
yr message on the pavement
to yr ethos
space, spray like dogs
. to them,
bricks are canvas
, on which
they graf against those governing
, a coordination
in how to be notorious
are real, some imaginary. together
are the urban artists of the meta-ghetto
by the momentum of moving,
plot could write itself.
City of Perth
a victim laments
designs of grand territorial takeovers
. he paints
himself in where others
& been painted, over & over
white crosses at speed crash sites
own design, suffer it.
are loose, are hungry space eaters
follow the storm, these new northians.
yr television, cornice floorboards
master of suspense has become a chinese detective!
yok yok yok yok
as though they are laughing).
their name is to invoke discordia
, is to
say “yes…of course…i have that one
cupboard, wall as exhibition.
a.m. the new north travels to the ghetto (meta, satellite &
tagging public works of art right there on the facade
invade space, as it were
french in an australian play-yard.
are the architects of the urbane gardé
surveying where to piss aerosol
culturally chrome, dribble their zone
high on the fumes of vandalizing (the vandal…
Scott-Patrick Mitchell is a theoretical
construct. These days, he mainly writes, although in the past he has been many things – club kid, stylist, manager,
street art collector, pop culture enthusiast. These days, however, he mainly writes. He is a poet, a journalist for OUTinPerth
(www.outinperth.com), the editor of literary street art zine MoTHER [has words…]., and the editor of monthly narrative art
zine “COTTONMOUTH” (www.cottonmouth.org.au). At current he is writing a poetic spatial street art experiment called The Trickster’s Bible, which
he will debut at Australia’s National
Young Writer’s Festival (www.youngwritersfestival.org) in October 2008, ten days before he turns 31.
*Madness and promiscuity are excusable in poets. I love him.*
girl standing in the corner awaiting
chastisement is not me – he hasn’t yet decided
on the application of
a switch of sinner’s hair
plaited and stiffened with time
or the forgiveness of feathers, but his
is filled with miracles as
her birth would have gone unremarked
except for her passing through the sun,
but for the eyeball which rolled
under the bed
his impulses are a labyrinth
within which the eyes of reason disappear
planet their grass the
only well lacking
they ply bamboo paddles, clothing
flying though beatnik
shedding routine, she sees seas
the trip designed caramelizes
her and the years
he is irresistible here in my
neither subject nor object, neither inner
nor outer, neither tension nor relaxation
this gray is not
an occupied territory,
but a border and he holds out a passport
I take it, the sunflower to my highway
phone a night
of butterflies and first
histories the lead in the play
a singing wind
to bear my head
PJ Nights lives in
the wild and ravishing state of Maine. She publishes and co-edits (with Ray Sweatman) the quarterly
poetry journal “from east to west: bicoastal verse”, teaches physics, and stargazes. Her poetry has appeared in
journals such as “Ocho”, “Blue Fifth Review”, “Animus”, “Wicked Alice”, “Slow
Trains”, “andwerve”, and “Centrifugal Eye”.
URL for "from east to west" - http://www.geocities.com/pj_nights
your dead father
the inaudible click
up at me,
I was well within my right
in your face
me, the intrusion
would rather have
35 year old drunk—
reek of failure
against my pores
the both of you
Nicholas has a BA in English and also Psychology from Pitzer College.
She writes and teaches in the mountains of Southern California where she lives with her husband
and three kids.
The following four pieces are from a longer work I wrote when I was a psych nurse which collectively I call
"Late Night In The Psych Ward."
From the outside
my job may look easy.
What could be so stressful?
Never mind no one I
work with makes sense
and I cannot sleep
There's a cemetery
by the psych hospital
with only the width
of a two lane road
Every night from the
I look down on the
and the future.
I turn into work.
I drive myself
between the insane
and the dead.
me what's missing
in his life is
"clarity of psycho
singularity of thought
a natural Gibraltar,
a mother and a nuclear
in a note stating,
"Please give moral
character of GUN SMOKE and HIGH NOON
in my supper meal.
Give Bible character
lessons of GOD'S LITTLE ACRE
in my supper meal.
Give love and security
of LEAVE IT TO BEAVER
in my supper meal.
Give character of MY
in my supper meal.
Give simple love of
John Boy from the WALTONS
in my supper meal.
Give universal knowledge
in my supper meal
Peter is back
after only 8 days
He was caught directing
claiming to be Charlie
Manson and Hitler.
He's sunburned, scratched
His feet are cracked
from walking barefoot.
His voice is garbled,
sounds like he's barking
with a mouth full of
But he continues dropping
lists at the desk.
Some lists tell us
who he is: "a homosexual and a lesbian
and Zar governor of
Some tell us diseases
he wants cured: "Soviet's tongue,
Other lists tell us
who he wants
at his "ordination
where "wurlitzer coffee"
is to be served.
He wants Clinton, Popeye,
Queen of England,
Daffy Duck, Mortimer
Snerd, King Tut...
In the past he's told
he sold dope to Jerry
shot up with Grace
Said he likes "combo
and rattled off a list
He showed me "tracks"
on his arm.
But I didn't see much,
two or three red dots.
And I just got his
toxicology screen results.
Negative for all drugs.
His problem is his
Schizophrenic for 50
He's basically harmless.
Claims to be God-fearing
Subraman's main website is www.BelindaSubraman.com Her poetry
is appearing in print journals, online magazines and podcasts around the world. Belinda is a contributing artist and show
host for Gypsy Art Show played on streaming Bzoo Radio, TYNE FM and VI Radio. Her shows are available in podcast form at www.belinda_subraman.podomatic.com or available through itunes under Belinda Subraman Presents
(podcast). Also she is an RN who has worked 6 years in hospice.
After I toured your studio,
the enormous oils-the canvases swirling
with gray domes of granite, yellow spokes
the green sway of pine,
and cloud-spangled skies-
I dreamt I crawled past the threads
of canvas and
layers of oil,
entered the meridian of your painted
world. The mountains melting
in the liquid terrain
of your body.
Running with an Old Dog
Lake Baron South
We run the familiar
path to the lake,
Riva cutting trail so she still stays in front.
The sun peels off the late afternoon,
and ripples in the wake of a boat.
Riva splashes through the water, the light
and lake gathering in her fur.
before I can abandon the thought, I wonder
at the space left when she will have gone-
the familiar losses resurface.
the cartoon flipbooks I made as a child,
where the girl and the dog walk off the page.
I follow the
path away from the lake, call
This way, and she follows.
Suzanne Roberts is the
author of Shameless (Cherry Grove Collections, 2007) and Nothing to You (Pecan Grove Press, 2008). Her poetry has been most recently published in The MacGuffin, Eclipse, Smartish Pace, South American Explorers, 13th Moon, and Divide. She lives, writes, and teaches in South Lake Tahoe,
California. For more information, visit her Web site at www.suzanneroberts.org.