The Original Cast

There
is a gray
sock
holding a
white
toe,
poking out
of an
ivory
cast.

There
is a old
man
holding a
golden
torch,
singing out
in a
cagey
voice.

There
is a stick
insect
holding a
bronze
cane,
falling out
of the
holy
sky.

The Switch

I tore a switch from the oak tree.
The oak tree tore a nipple ring from my chest.

I handed the switch to my father
so that he could beat me.

The oak tree kept my nipple ring
so that its little acorns

could believe in the tale
their father planned to tell

at the hinterland
dinner table.

The Inheritance

This poem shall appear in
the forthcoming print edition of
Pax Americana,

in the fall of
2008,

Hooray.

Wrecking Ball Cottage

This poem will appear in
Pax Americana #9,

Hooray.

The Screech Owl

This poem shall appear in
the forthcoming print edition of
Pax Americana,

in the fall of
2008,

Hooray.

Twaddle 3: Coming Soon

Twaddle is back from indefinate hiatus.
Twaddle #3 is coming soon.

It will feature poems by
Ally Fleming and
Greg Santos.

It will also feature fiction by
David Summers and
Ryan Bird.

Hooray.

Waiting for the End of the World

The stray cats around here are
all six-toed, nerve-endings that
double as spiritual figureheads
for our foregone factory town.

Straddling our familiar, slanted
rooftops, their unclipped claws
cleave towards the rusty eaves,
like loose nails towards bare feet.

They scream their loud love into
storm drains, until God himself
promises not to act too rashly, or
otherwise beyond comprehension.

Like transcendent popular music,
they emit a tactful hum, like
some sort of groovy, cosmic ray,
dutifully calling Heaven out.