October 4-10, 2004: Diane E. Dees and Alex Stolis

week of October 4-10, 2004



Diane E Dees and Alex Stolis


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Diane E Dees
dianedees@charter.net

Bio (auto)

Diane E Dees is a psychotherapist and writer in Covington, Louisiana Her short stories, poems, essays, and creative nonfiction have appeared in many publications Diane and her husband, Orvin Tobiason, are the webmasters of princesscafe.com, the world’s only virtual rock and roll restaurant Diane is the July-October Poet in Residence at Spillway Review, and she has poetry forthcoming in Mobius, HazMat Review, and Out of Line Her blog is at dedspace.blogspot.com.

The following work is Copyright © 2004, and owned by Diane E Dees and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Searching At the End Times

In the last heated days,
the top two search
movers are Misty May and Christ:
A hot chick rolling
on a fake beach, a lone
rabbi trudging across an endless desert August heat blows through the streets
of New York, where disciples
download the final struggle in the sand,
wear cowboy hats to prayer breakfasts,
shake the sand from their boots,
and wait for the anniversary
of the apocalypse.


The Death of Irony

On September 12, 2001, they said irony was dead My veal-eating, leather-wearing, mascara-smeared neighbor
sends her hard-working-American money to pro-life groups Her husband tosses his empty chip bag out the window
while the American flag on his SUV flaps in the wind They have two cars, a boat, two 401K’s, and a book
of coupons, but their bumper pleads with God
to Bless America My neighbor writes letters to the editor
begging that our values be preserved–
and by the way, the Bill of Rights goes too far–
can’t something be done?
He complains that the criminals have taken over
our society, but then his son was just doing what kids do
and, come on now, there’s no reason to press charges My neighbor wants America to be safe;
she votes for bigger, better, bombs and missiles My neighbor is so relieved that they were able
to restore morality and dignity to the White House As of September 12, 2001, irony is dead–
but they forgot to tell my neighbors.


Alex Stolis
Baudelairious@aol.com

Bio

Alex lives and works in Minneapolis, his second chapbook The Latest News From Home was just released by Foothills Publishing http://www.foothillspublishing.com/id56__33.htm His third Chapbook Drowning Ophelia was released this summer by Little Poems Press http://www.celaine.com/LittlePoemPress/stolis.html

The following work is Copyright © 2004, and owned by Alex Stolis and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Distance Equals Rate Times Time

She slips from her strapless dress,
the tangled mess of hair is smoke
from a filterless cigarette, mistakes

are not made they are crafted
origami swans—small, white wings 
and a blank stare from blind eyes.


Tequila Chronicles (for Michael)

I want to go bar hopping
with Rimbaud, follow the rope
to its end until there is nothing left
except to contemplate the silence
resting in the flesh between my fingers The taste of wine burns
a thought to brown ash;
an idea becomes a half empty
bottle of vodka waiting
to be drunk or poured down
the drain of unconsciousness–
this empty parking lot
in downtown Minneapolis
is the perfect place to break.


She Came In Here For A Reason

She likes wide open spaces—
enough room to make the really big
mistakes she says I watch as her braid
falls over one eye– she’s a punk rock
Veronica Lake, pulling me
across the room to whisper
small lies and I thank gravity
for dragging me down
from the mountain.

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