By: Franklin Bruno

Wears bowling shirt, has never bowled. Streaks in the aging filmmaker’s hair.

By: Franklin Bruno

Spin of the frictionless cardstock chore wheel

By: Franklin Bruno

Work-shirted poli-sci prof hosts three-hour bluegrass podcast.

By: James Parker

“These spatterings, these gory scatterings,/are the remains of my Mrs.”

By: James Parker

“Her head fills with words/which curdle into curds/which turdle into turds.”

By: James Parker

“Who’s onscreen? Pull him up. It’s Jason Bourne.”

By: James Parker

“I see you with your crossbow cocked,/and your intellect murderously locked.”

By: James Parker

“You said the wrong/right thing and his face went stony”

By: James Parker

“Damn these clanging udders!/Damn these muscular shudders!”

By: John Holbo

“A demand he say WHY/(And not just prophesy.)”

By: John Holbo

“Overman, Roverman, meaning of Earth!”

By: James Parker

“Economical huffings,/elbow-strikes and de-handcuffings.”

By: John Holbo

“So I hope it falls DOWN!/All I see in this town!”

By: John Holbo

“To be good — to be whole!/But first you shall be — stranger!”

By: John Holbo

“For there’s this — the abyss/Is no sight you should miss!”