Monday, January 30, 2017


by chuck leary

it was dark

i was lost

i was despised

and i had lost my briefcase

when my brother and his stuckup friends showed up i left the hotel room

and went down to the news stand to find the latest best seller

but they didn’t have it in stock

i bought a pack of gum instead

when i left the news stand most of the lights in the city had gone out

there were a few lights n the distance

but i did not think they were the hotel’s

i started walking

i realized i did not have my briefcase

did i leave it at the news stand?

did i leave it at the hotel?

i got loster and loster

i thought of how awful my whole life had been

and how everybody laughed at me and despised me

and barely tolerated my existence

and what a failure i was

it got darker and darker

finally i ended up at a police station

i was told to take a seat on a bench against the wall

when i tried to ask sone questions

the young woman at the desk told me in no uncertain terms to be quiet

finally she summoned me over

tapping on her keyboard she asked wearily

all right, what exactly was in this wonderful briefcase?

Monday, January 23, 2017

2 poems by 2 poets

solitary walker

by ethan emerson "grandpa" sternwall

i lived my life
and it is coming to an end
i never had an enemy
i never had a friend

no one ever cared
what i thought of this or that
i walked the roads alone
and never wore a hat

i walked in the sunshine
i walked in the rain
men viewed me with suspicion
and women with disdain

the world will no more notice
than it did when i was born
when my number has been called
and my ticket has been torn


by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

the chicken sandwich you ate today
was once a living creature
and walked in the sunlight
examining reality’s features

how it loved to see the sky
as it awoke to each new day
now it rests on a sesame seed bun
because that is humans’ way

Monday, January 9, 2017

proposition 233

by f. flynn

illustrations by danny delacroix

here’s another story about some aliens.

where this time?

some place starting with a t - a long name.

where’s that?

i don’t know - i could look it up.

don’t bother. will they be coming around?

it says that emissaries will be sent all over the globe.

so if i went out to wendy’s i might see some emissaries ?

maybe. it doesn’t say exactly where they are going.

what are they up to this time?

let’s see - they got some kind of vote, they want humans to vote on something.

i did that the last time.

well, you can do it again, if you want.

i might, if it’s not too much trouble.

it’s called proposition 233.


proposition 233 reads as follows:

the ambassadors of the empire of b————— offer a pair of pills to the “humans” whom we have determined to be one of the dominant life forms on this planet. the fifth most dominant, to be exact.

the two pills must be taken together or not at all.

the entire “human race” must take the pills or not.

a vote may be taken, in which any human who wishes may take part, to determine whether the entire human race will or will not take the pills.

we, the ambassadors of the empire of b———————, will be happy to administer this vote.

there will be one vote, and it will be final.

the effects of the two pills are as follows:

pill “a” will change the outward forms of humans.

all humans will have the same form, the same “color” (according to human perception), the same weight and height at birth, the same weight and height through five clearly defined stages of development, and identical facial features at each stage of development.

“sex” will be eliminated.

pill “b” will change human brains.

humans will no longer see the world in binary terms.

there will be no more “us” and “them”.

there will be no more “debates”, “arguments”, “controversies”, etc. humans will perceive the universe as civilized beings do - as one.

the combined results of these pills will be to eliminate so-called war, hatred, racism, injustice, inequality, oppression, exploitation, alienation, competition, survival of the fittest, and other ills. it will also eliminate separate "cultures" for different groups of humsns.

a “yes” vote on proposition 233 will signify a desire to take the pills, a “no” vote to not take them.

if “yes” wins, we, the emissaries of the empire of b——————, will be happy to distribute the pills and oversee their administration.

if “no” wins, we will be on our way, and wish the “human race” all the best.

in either case, we may return in the future, with other propositions for other inhabitants of this planet.


the vote was taken. of the 20 billion human inhabitants of earth, approximately 9 billion voted.

the final vote was 8.5 billion to 0.5 billion.


do you think that

a) 8.5 billion voted “yes” and 0.5 billion voted “no”


b) 8.5 billion voted “no” and 0.5 voted “yes”?

how would you have voted?

Saturday, January 7, 2017

2 more poems

by chuck leary

heisenberg and st basil of cappadocia play gin rummy

apprehending the benediction of contraindication
despite the emptiness of flowers
growing happily in the interstices
of jellyfished kineticism

the loose matriculation of narcissism
overflows the percipient quagmire
in the ruins of a snow-covered tower

under the vertiginous wasteland
of the expanding yawning zeitgeist

but the zeitgeist has no amanuensis
as barracudas chomp the debris
of the empire of the forty graves


i hate poetry
but i love slender volumes of verse

i used to tell myself
i was not a voyeur

i didn’t understand porn
or want to look at naked bodies

at flabby boobs
and dicks and asses

or stand in the dark
in the wind and rain

looking through lighted windows
at unsuspecting humans

doing - what?

but naked souls

is a different matter

i admit it now
i am worse

than the sad peeper
seeking a glimpse of ass or boob

everything pales
beside seeing naked souls

i always thought stand up comedians
were the bravest people in the world

nobody could be
more naked

in front of a crowd
with no cover and no excuses

they either “killed”
or “died “

of course i never
had the guts to try it myself

but if you can’t do standup
or performance art

or read poetry out loud
what you can do

is write poetry
in slender volumes

forget zines and anthologies
where the naked ones

can huddle together
and hide behind each other

no, it must be
a lone slender volume

the distillation
of a single naked

and lonely

the fewer words
on a page the better

is more naked

than a book
of bad poetry

except, perhaps
a book of ordinary poetry


Friday, January 6, 2017

2 poems

by chuck leary


i always thought that

i would find


on a dark highway
on a rainy street

in a dimly lit cafe
on a lonely road

on an empty subway car
in milwaukee

a motel room
in las cruces new mexico

standing over a juke box
in manitoba or tokyo

at a bus station
in vladivostok


maybe not love

or peace
or illumination

or divine revelation
but something

something i would only know
when it happened


i was not worried
about losing the group

even though
my black suitcase

wth my new novel in it
of which i was so proud

was in the group baggage
being taken to the bus

under the curved marble staircase

when the old woman
with the round lined face

leaned over to me
and whispered

“you are quite a character”
and laughed softly

she and another old woman
began talking in french

but so softly
i could not understand them

when i went down the stairs
the bus was gone

but i was not worried

“i knew the area”

wide polished vistas
in gleaming red and orange

and white porcelain tunnels

with a hint of rain
and the cafeterias were closed

i kept going in circles
but was not worried

except a little bit
about the suitcase with my novel

i was never in a dream

which was more obviously
“just a dream”

but when i woke up
i was surprised