March 28-April 3, 2005: Christine E Laine and Steve Potter

week of March 28- April 3, 2005



Christine E Laine and Steve Potter


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Christine E Laine
thispoetgirl@yahoo.com

Bio (auto)

Christine E Laine lives in Virginia, in the shadow of crow’s wings passing over as they fly off buildings shorter than the Washington Monument in nearby DC She is left handed, was once an “extra” in a movie with Nicholas Cage, and spends spare time (when there is any) flying around in old warbirds. Laine is a two-time Pushcart Prize Nominee (2004 and 2005) She has written three full-length volumes of poetry (AllegoryThe Weight Of Dust, and Postcards From A Summer Girl) and three chapbooks (Suburban Fairy Tales of Brilliant Ash and Blue Sins, with Michael Paul Ladanyi; Alice in Wonderland; Origami Flower) She is editor of Little Poem Press, VLQ (Verse Libre Quarterly), and Erosha Her work has been appeared in several anthologies and countless publications, both in print and online For more information:  http://www.celaine.com/

The following work is Copyright © 2005, and owned by Christine E Laine and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

From Hazarajat With Love

You were preoccupied, busy
chaffing the sky with leaden
tick-click snap bombs that opened up
the ground, lifting dirt for graves You changed the air to rotten eggs
and match stick fumes, your slender
razors were aubergine arms embracing
the heavens you chapped
We are the damp rags wound
around your tired feet Encumbrances Thin stone soup, flat and frail
over blue coals Yesterday
was a million screams ago Today, we count pebbles
to replace missing wet teeth Your wagging dogs were hungry
enough to eat us whole
(from “Suburban Fairy Tales of Brilliant Ash and Blue Sins”)


Gentlemen Prefer Zombies

“Girls: Must be single and very pretty Young and tall We invite you for work as models, secretaries, dancers, choreographers, gymnasts.  Housing is supplied Foreign posts available Must apply in person “

– an advertisement in Kiev

Blunt-thonged women force smiles over
Vaseline teeth, eyes vacancy colored They know which motions add up
to twenty dollar bills in someone
else’s pants Not one heart or brain
is actually there when clothing
peels down, palm fronds hurling
in hurricane jaws, flapping that loose
One remembers how onions
fucked the sky in Kiev, back when
red hands and barking dogs were
darker than tomorrow She understands
that field of cotton, now; knows
what it means to be raped with spire
after spire, until the rain bleeds
hard enough to wash it all deep into sewers
Istanbul spilled two women onto the cracked
pavement below virgin balconies Someone said
they spoke out of turn The rest heard
those hyenas squall from as far away
as Serbia, where another gave her head
to the blade instead of offering them
the open posture of her thighs
(from “Suburban Fairy Tales of Brilliant Ash and Blue Sins”)


A Few Words About Open Graves

The ground is a carnivore It eats
what we put into it What it takes,
it swallows whole, licks those bones
clean–
.slowly
.takes its time
At night, under summer’s heavy
blanket, you can hear its black teeth
breaking one tiny piece after another,
crunching and snapping, even grinding
(from “Suburban Fairy Tales of Brilliant Ash and Blue Sins”)


Steve Potter
spotterama@hotmail.com

Bio

I’ve lived in Seattle for a little over a decade now and have been active in the local lit scene as a writer, curator & emcee My writing has appeared recently in publications such as; Arson, Art Access, Drunken Boat, Midnight Mind, 3rd Bed and is forthcoming in California Quarterly, Freefall and online at Pindeldyboz
I’m currently compiling issue one of The Wandering Hermit Review, a new journal of international writing and art with a Pacific Northwest focus
Visit Steve on the web here:

www.spotter.bravehost.com
www.whr.bravehost.com

The following work is Copyright © 2005, and owned by Steve Potter and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

i will hunt & kill the terrorists

.for john kerry

i will hunt & kill the terrorists
when using delicate colours in tones and shades
i will hunt & kill the terrorists
with our info-age revival of a brew
enjoyed long ago in the taverns of brussels
i will hunt & kill the terrorists
for about 15 to 20 minutes until tender

i will kill them
with chicken nuggets
with honey & mustard sauce
i will kill them
with our father who art in heaven
i will kill them
with justice and freedom for all
i will kill them
with savings throughout the year
i will kill them
for better oral hygiene
and fresher breath

i will hunt & kill the terrorists
as you walk into my voice
i will hunt & kill the terrorists
with a retreat into a reflexive old-fartism
i will hunt & kill the terrorists
with the boat on which the Brown&Mac226;s
departed for Jamaica
i will hunt and kill the terrorists
in the land of the free
i will hunt and kill the terrorists
in the home of the brave

i will kill them
with burnt pizza and a thirst for beer
i will kill them
with a little help from the audience
i will kill them
with a conceptual conceit
also found in certain works by Duchamp
i will kill them
to add more commands
to these control-key pop-up menus

i will hunt & kill the terrorists
sharpening the beveled edge
on the flat surface
of a sharpening stone
i will hunt & kill the terrorists
in red earthenware
and glazed with a low melting
alkaline-based white glaze
i will hunt & kill the terrorists
with two pedestals
that house a bank of drawers
and a computer tower
i will hunt & kill the terrorists
in the form of a question

i will kill them
with the counterbore
in the headstock
i will kill them
before she sleeps in the sand
i will kill them
before he can hear people cry
i will kill them
before they&Mac226;re allowed to be free

my fellow americans
i will kill them
i will hunt them
and i will kill them

who, you ask,
who do i mean

the terrorists
i will hunt & kill them