Saturday, September 28, 2013

Marvelous Pursuits by Suzanne LaGrande

Eat an ice cream cone, upside-down
Bite a the tip and slurp
Sweet cool juices, through the pinhole, stop
the milky dregs,
with your thumb, then press
your finger-prints in a sticky row
along the shiny chome edge of
a pharmacy counter.

Sail  a fat bicycle, red
with gearless hips to a distant neighborhood,
get lost
ask for directions,  then
peddle backwards
until you arrive at  a map.

Trade broken earrings for wilted lettuce
Antique mirrors,
 and your most precious
fourth-generation family heirloom
for empty gum wrappers
while singing
the chorus for a deaf symphony
out loud,
in the words
of a foreign language.

Try, everyday to cheat
at chess
using strategies developed by the top Russian scientists
in the park
where old men challenge children
who invariably win
by chasing pigeons
into flight.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Zombies Learn Grammar, by Cynthia J. McGean

"The zombies ate my brains."
Subject:  Zombies.  Which Zombies?  The zombies.
They are doing the action.
Predicate: ate my brains.
The action is "ate."
The object is "brains."  Which brains?  My brains.
Why are my brains the zombies' object?
Do the zombies object to my brains so very much?

Perhaps because they have no brains of their own.
"Because they have no brains of their own" is a sentence fragment.
It has no action.
The zombies are fragmented.
Their only action is to eat that which they don't have.
The zombies ate my brains.
Then grammar ate the zombies.
Then the wolf ate grammar.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Let's Play!

Forget the pressure to publish,
the search for an agent
the drive to sell.

Plunge into metaphorical fingerpaint.
Grab a glob of literary playdough.
Explore ...
Discover ...
Splash around in words!

Come play with us ...