New from Jonita Jett
Of Grey Shades
by Jonita Jett
Dark tunnel
cold blast of
air.
Lights blink and then
go out altogether.
Groping in total darkness,
hands reach out towards
anything.
Blue tinted lights hang
from ceiling, then
grey smoky light, sounds
of underground rumbling,
then out comes monster
with red foaming
mouth.
by Jonita Jett
Dark tunnel
cold blast of
air.
Lights blink and then
go out altogether.
Groping in total darkness,
hands reach out towards
anything.
Blue tinted lights hang
from ceiling, then
grey smoky light, sounds
of underground rumbling,
then out comes monster
with red foaming
mouth.
Labels: Poetry
# posted
by Fraser MacKenzie, Online Editor @ 6/28/2007 04:27:00 PM
28 June, 2007
Fold
by Thomas Kent
Your touch like butterfly wings
whispers carrying across the chasm...
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Your touch like butterfly wings
whispers carrying across the chasm...
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Labels: Poetry
# posted
by Fraser MacKenzie, Online Editor @ 2/11/2007 12:13:00 PM
11 February, 2007
Bottle-Rocket Joyride
This is the brain:
the organic machine
humming on caffeine
steady as she goes, sir
unleaded chocolate
and vitamin routine
This is the brain on fire:
critical mass of all the Right Stuff
rocket-fuel injected ignition of neurons
bombs bursting in air
barrel-rolls and loopy-loops
and never mind the cranial stress-cracks
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the organic machine
humming on caffeine
steady as she goes, sir
unleaded chocolate
and vitamin routine
This is the brain on fire:
critical mass of all the Right Stuff
rocket-fuel injected ignition of neurons
bombs bursting in air
barrel-rolls and loopy-loops
and never mind the cranial stress-cracks
Read the rest...
Labels: Poetry
# posted
by K.C. Collins, Field Correspondent @ 12/28/2006 10:18:00 AM
28 December, 2006
New from Jonita Jett
Knoxville poet Jonita Jett has just sent us some new work to share with you. It'll be included in the next Wordscapes update, but in the meantime I'll post one here for you to get a sample of her work.
Springtime Early Morning
by Jonita Jett
A stale air swirls around
the chair I sit in. It's
midnight as I look through one
of Anais Nin's diaries. The
clock chimes twelve times.
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Springtime Early Morning
by Jonita Jett
A stale air swirls around
the chair I sit in. It's
midnight as I look through one
of Anais Nin's diaries. The
clock chimes twelve times.
Read the rest...
Labels: Poetry
# posted
by Fraser MacKenzie, Online Editor @ 11/19/2006 07:12:00 PM
19 November, 2006
"She Visits Her Beastmother's Uncle"
Just posted to the Wordscapes section: "She Visits Her Beastmother's Uncle" by F.X. MacKenzie
Labels: Poetry
# posted
by K.C. Collins, Field Correspondent @ 8/23/2006 05:27:00 PM
