Nana Yup

Feeling this car seat just like spider webs, the ones you spun so delicate gives me no relief. I was thinking this at the exact moment the red of brake lights lit up your face. It gave me quite a scare, an inside panic to know this is all make believe, constructed by a mind on cruise. My feelings, those that weren’t there from the start, but were fabricated in an attempt to allievate the quiet pangs of lonliness. The car is a catacomb of cobwebs from all the big ideas and feelings I knew would never be realized. Deep down I was thankful now for the light from those soft braking lights directly from a strangers slightly sinking foot. It was a sign at the heart of the matter, telling me things I already knew, but needed some light to see. All these thoughts in my head, all the connections I was making about you and…

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Sir Michael of The Manor

By Rob Miles
(October-2007)

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Erotomania

By Karissa Satchwell
(August-2007)

Your shrugs are waves are shrugs are motions for me to move closer.

I know this because it must be true and because of the look of your face when you catch me looking. When will I catch you? I could be wrong. I can’t be. This shouldn’t be so secret, so confusing. But it is, it is. Lovely run your eyes down me.

I saw you walk by. You saw me see. A doe I became after your gaze flipped my stomach, squeezed my waist. I ran as if your eyes widened, gleamed, into headlights that would have shined through everything if I didn’t escape, leave…

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Dry Cleaning

By Roy Marmelstein
(July-2007)

A seagull shat on my jacket. The light summer-ish jacket that I bought in winter. I gave it to the dry cleaning lady and she said it’ll be clean by Wednesday and that I shouldn’t worry and that the abundance of seagulls and their faeces brings her a lot of business. I don’t know why she told me that. She looked bored.

Today is Wednesday and I am on my way to retrieve the clean jacket. It’s real sunny and I’m not sure I even need the jacket back. They can have it and the seagull poo that adorned it. I don’t care. All I want is to go to the seafront, drink an Innocent smoothie and relax into some Sufjan…

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