Josh Thompson jthompson420@hotmail.com Bio (auto) Josh Thompson is a poet and short story writer from Rockaway Beach, NY His work has appeared in The Coe Review, The Ugly Tree, Ballard Street Poetry Journal, Thick With Conviction and Poetry Super Highway, among others His first book of poetry, When All Else Fails, Try Dreaming was published by Literary Road in 2006 He is currently one of the vast number of unemployed artists in New York City He drinks too much and has an affinity for dangerous women. | | |
The following work is Copyright © 2009, and owned by Josh Thompson and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
candle wax the heat of your favorite season has passed and you still sleep with the same boring lover like candle wax, he drips down your arm he’s hard to remove, you explain to me, but you don’t wash him off you allow him to glaze over, becoming one with your flesh it makes me ill to think about this as I type away at this godforsaken machine in hopes of recapturing a mental image of the sun setting behind your luminous green eyes. when the soul leaves the body
I sold my soul to a bottle of bourbon in exchange for the perfect sentence After she smacked me across the face, I finished my last drink and walked out of the bar Behind me, a car crashed into a lamppost I walked on and felt absolutely nothing.
ivy
one day I will concoct a story so gripping, so sprawling, people will mistaken it for ivy not today though I am too busy counting all of the freckles on my left arm yesterday would have been perfect but I could not awake. long walks through blizzards
remember that tragic December the blisters we got from walking so many miles in our snow boots we substituted warmth for comfort I held something, but it wasn’t your hand the sky was angry with what it saw below, so it sent more snow and wind, and you laughed, but it wasn’t at something funny I died a little that day, but don’t you worry, it was only on the inside.
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Ray Simons Oldmanevoc@aol.com Bio (auto) Ray Simons is Retired from FDNY/EMS He writes poetry therapy to cope with 9/11 experiences & EMS stress in general He lives in Locust Valley, N.Y. | | |
The following work is Copyright © 2009, and owned by Ray Simons and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author. Hypoxic Vision Night, .the small town held together by lines phone lines, power lines stitch our lives like a mad surgeon I walk the dog, our usual pattern, now powered by bronchodilators & steroids the shops & bars seem another time, mood 1920`s German Surrealist with flashes of Dali color, walk on in shadow, a moving shadow, silent in my recent history, tie her leash to wrist in case of syncope & WALK THE DOG a simple task takes on elements of an epic journey time stands still like a car wreck scan empty streets disoriented lost child in town of my birth a dog, a man, a crooked cane Dr Caligori .No, Nosferatu the walking ghost & that cute little dog. |
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