James Mirarchi- A Poem

TAR

 

ice halo

(visual novocain)

rotates above your head

 

dentist in stormtrooper outfit

tells you to open wide

stands back

fires his lasergun into your mouth

shooting practice has paid off

death star molar is destroyed

tie fighters escape from fried abscess

 

dentist picks out princess leia food

from your teeth

encases them

in white imperial body armor

 

you ponderously open/close your jaw

move it like your marching

 

more dental death stars are blown out

tusken raider tusks are inserted

glued in place with molasses

blood and sweet mingle

 

a slobbering sticky mechanoid

you’re sent on your way:

 

hunt the squealing millennium falcons

hidden in the walls

 

 

James Mirarchi grew up in Queens, New York. In addition to his poetry collections, Venison and Dervish, he has written and directed short films, which have played festivals. His poems have appeared in Crack the Spine Literary Magazine, Poydras Review, gobbet, Boyslut, Bluepepper, Orion headless, The Mind[less] Muse, Dead Snakes, egg, The Recusant, Subliminal Interiors Magazine, Bad Robot Poetry, and Clockwise Cat.

 

Nancy May- Three Haiku

 UFO Haiku

in the telescope

blink blink blink

across the sky

alien encounter

lost radio signal

same spot

in the article

strange engine parts

found by farmer

Nancy May has haiku published in Haiku Journal, Three Line Poetry, Poetry Quarterly, Inclement Poetry, Twisted Dreams Magazine, Vox Poetica, Eskimo Pie, Icebox, Dark Pens, Daily Love, Leaves of Ink, The Blue Hour Magazine, The Camel Saloon, Dead Snakes, Kernels, Mused - the BellaOnline Literary Review, Writer’s Haven, Danse Macabre – An online literary magazine, Lyrical Passion Poetry E-Zine, High Coupe and A Handful of Stones. Haiku will soon appear in The Germ and 50 Haikus.

She has reached The Heron’s Nest consideration stage twice.  Haiku is published weekly on Haikuary.

 

She is working on her first haiku collection.

Michael Cluff- A Poem

 Untitled

Quaffing
rye
stout
took
ultimate
volumes
while
Xavier
yearned
zealously
after
bathing
clandestine
diverting
everyone
from
grabbing
hold
invincibly
jabbering
kudos
loaded
massively
near
obvious
pinots.

Mark Fleury- A Poem

Cows Waiting for UFOs

   1.

The yellow farmhouse

Window's green being

Has diamond intestines

In the falling snowflakes'

Crystals. The Ship hovers

In the ice at the fencepost 

And ground, and crackles in its 

Electric, buzzing wires

Bordering the field. The fence

Is a fast talker, the chatter

Flicks the tails and illuminates

The eyes of carp

Beneath a nearby frozen pond. 

   2.

The vast potential in between 

The past-consuming inhale and an 

Open-hearted exhale includes 

Seeds for a New Earth, wheeled

In the palm of a hand from the 

Solar Ship's Doorway.

My brain is saturated

With alchemical mind gold

That's ready to take the shape 

Of an Eye that unifies separateness.

An open-ended sentence. 

Mark Fleury lives in St. Paul Minnesota. His 4th book of poems, The Precious Surreal Door Opened, will be published this spring by Medulla Review Publishing.

Denny E. Marshall- Three Haiku

Three U.F.O. Haiku

Landing UFO
Is only a half-inch wide
Eaten by small bird

Landing UFO
Destination the South Pole
Looking for ice cubes

Landing UFO
Surprised the large gathered crowd
And football players

Colin W. Campbell- Two Poems

HUMAN

"Human." The word was coughed out from the failing strength of the once-powerful reptilian.

These two had shared their long years of the graveyard posting on this howling desert. The reptilian had long fantasized about the true nature of the Earthling. If only he might have hoped for a shape-shifter, a secret vampire, or even one of these wolf things from Earth.

Now he sadly watched all these hopes fade faraway as watched his partner leave with the last of the good water, of the energy cells, of everything.

"Oh yes, only human!" he shouted and reached for the remote detonator.

ALIEN POET

Art is for the sake of art and for a start,
though this might not sound like art
do have a heart. I'm not so dumb,
and just got off at the wrong part
of the space-time continuum.



BIO
Colin escaped from the day job in Scotland and now writes very short fiction and poetry in Sarawak on the lovely green island of Borneo and faraway in Yunnan in southwest China.

Michael Cluff- A Poem

  Addiction

He liked his intense desire:
Basil's need to be
correctly dressed
from dusk
long beyond
the dawn
was expensive
exhausting
exhilarating
when the tie dimple
was perfect
the shine on his black loafers immaculate,
the cuff buttons the most pearlist white
the seams unfrayed
and breast pocket
unstained on the inside
hidden from non-understanders'
viewings just that one moment
out of a hundred, hundred thousand.

John Pursch- Two Poems

Strap-on Enteritis

Shoving chairs and rolling stockyard handiwork from sidling scythes to simulated iron pilings, MM-33 plagues candied rotary valves, ululators, and notary bubble wands with forays into sensitive anisotropic parricide, troubling hardened shellac magi with whorls of pinging frond chews, serrated by inviolate yellers.

Mean textures offer tensile interrogations to bottled wartime bathhouse hoverers, filling soldered jaws with brimming federal auras of cured bureau sheiks and amorous defectives gone pumping to the hound’s toothy sybaritic cringe.

Tucking weight behind calloused sanitary passions for neighing killer bloat, shoddy horse mints sparkle in noon’s massive tariff hair, printing sunset jury shamans till infinity debarks for rosy gruesome melancholy’s just demise. Leaning blackens irradiated lovers in decadal whimsy, peeling neutral dimorphisms from unused library pardons, flexing bygone booth doors into strap-on enteritis.

Fleeing the Sky

Departures lunge full-steam inside illuminated metal snowscape wills, bending allegories into shining leaves of vernal wasteland tees and profane gulls. Spawning issues terminals, gushers fly to Coptic cherry orchard freedom, pinning picnic tales on dendritic donkey hearings, slammed to summoned election kite recusal plots by juridical dungeon capers. 

Presiding clover emphasizes choice rebuttal dermal siphons, hiring icicles for crosstown blur release, disguising storm train musicals in wherefores of a graven ivy. Stapling Piltdown bundt croakers to latter-day film renewal wanderlust, destiny brindles at thematic mothball prices, quashing hellion map reluctance with shrugs and gestures toward the barnacles. 

Alcove iconography intones warped wedding duress, haggling for time to come in sensate yoga dotage cots, slipped in lumber’s stiff resurgent trench. Oddly puttering equestrian fungi mutter in dignity’s divine affinity for bewildered menthol trauma arcs, fleeing the sky for cowlick treason’s immersible introversion.