week of September 25-October 1, 2006
Chaz Southard and F Albert Salinas
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Chaz Southard
chazsouthard@comcast.net
Bio (auto)
I am a Boston-area native who was injured a few years ago in a freak ocean diving accident and I’m now a wheelchair-bound activists and advocate for stem cell research Poetry and the written word has always been a comforting shoulder to lean on, express, and heal Now I spend my days, writing biweekly on my weblog www.ChazSouthard.org, attending graduate school, painting and dreaming of the day I’ll be able to put my feet back on the ground.
The following work is Copyright © 2006, and owned by Chaz Southard and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Apre’ coffee mid morning news check
Israel bombs Hezbollah — many killed, buildings destroyed Harper’s Magazine “a silver lining” strange Christians celebrate
An online exultation” we are so lucky to be living during these times”
and “praise God — got dancing feeling inside”
Mother Earth’s Big HurtHow long till quivering wind in Lily padded frog Pond becomes
sharp lightning strike in Lava rocked Methane lakePumping gas pedal revs and exhales noxious vapors
Burning money in front of the public transportation dependent transient Burning Mother Earth with dinosaur age petroleum rainbows Burning America with solopism,Large “W” bumper sticker
Legacy AssassinationNewsflash! Superman Reeve dies A Washington bureaucrat shoots his legislation with silencer
.Just days later No one hears
Upcoming 2004 election — bureaucratic mafia succeeds
Superman disciples carry their suffering
with chairs plastic braces, pharmaceuticals, and catheters
Others disciples have speedball overdoses, suicides, or nursing home fates Vanish and become lost numbers
But with every smart bomb, every M-16 round, or Mid- East roadside surprise
a new cartridge of Disciples are unwillingly born
an antelope herd leaves the crippled behind So too does the Mafia boss and his God
F Albert Salinas
doorway2themind@yahoo.com
Bio (auto)
F Albert Salinas’ poetry and fiction has appeared on The CyberMuse, Rogue Scholar, Confused Muse, and in the Student Voices Anthology for Santa Barbara He has read his poetry and fiction in nine states including the Hidden Treasure Reading Series in the Bronx in New York City, The Gathering of the Minds in San Francisco and The Poetry Read at Moorpark College in California Sighs of the Seraphim, a book of his poetry and short stories was released in January of 2005, and 37 Poems about Women I Haven’t Slept With went to print in June of 2006 According to Coastal Woman Magazine, he is one of the top 20 bachelors in Santa Barbara, Ca (even though he lives in Ventura!?)
The following work is Copyright © 2006, and owned by F Albert Salinas and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
She Spilled Out of Her Low Tide Blue Jeans
I watched her skinny dip
with a sunburned moon It climbed above
the glistening funhouse vanity mirror
as a languid sun set into clouds
stretching her visage
sending it rippling upon the ocean
like a flesh film
in a sleazy motel
on a black and white TV
with bad reception
I was excited that I
caught a glimpse of a nipple,
even though it was probably mine.Dry Hump
Sitting on a sticky bus stop bench in Los Angeles,
there was a dog humping my leg
The dumb bitch had no dick
Despite her persistence,
she wasn’t enjoying herself,
so she tried licking my face
When do you become
so alone
that a blonde
pit bull terrier
can make you shift in your chair to
hide your erection?
