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 Feb 2013 PS
Emily Tyler
Livie told her parents
About the cuts on her wrists
From the girls at school
And the calorie counting
In a little green notebook shoved into pockets.

Livie's parents
Fed her
To the dragon called
Mr. Therepist
Who chewed forever.

And he plumped her up
With lies
So that they spilled from her mouth
Like a fountain.
And she threw up
So many times
That she started to believe them.

And
Mr. Therepist
Spit her out
In a big
Sticky
***.
Shaped my monster spit
And
Stomach acid
From when she threw up lies.

And though she was finally in school,
Livie stayed gone.

Livie had dissolved in the dragon's stomach,
Leaving piles of bones
And shadows
Under eyes.


She never came back.
I changed her name because the word Livie flows a lot better than her name.
 Feb 2013 PS
Iwan Lloyd Pitts
Wouldn't that be so much fun?
A whole page of nothingness!
Just potential, imagine;
Everybody's happiness!
Untarnished and untainted,
Clean slate for a masterpiece;
Poetry or picture painted,
perfection, yet unreleased!
Blank page does intimidate.
Too much space to fill with verse.
So much pressure to create,
drained of ideas, such a curse.
This blankness does need a genius;
Wasted canvas, so meaningless.
Copyright 2009
 Feb 2013 PS
michelle reicks
When you achieve perfection
                      in your own
sense of self

           you will never again
   need      to
                         seek it out


in other people.
 Feb 2013 PS
Michael Erdman
Age
 Feb 2013 PS
Michael Erdman
Age
I don’t know when it happened
I never saw it coming,

taught tanned skin replaced by soft, saggy folds
thick dark hair given over to salt and pepper straw
bones that could withstand concrete now barely keep me standing

I don’t know when it happened and I never saw it coming
a sharp mind with impeccable memory
now clouded in confusion and daily medications
the chest of hair proud like a lion now scarred from surgery
strong feet that marched and danced and played
now calloused, hard and smelly
Hands that threw, and gripped and punched
can hardly open a jar without assistance

I don’t know when it happened
I never saw it coming
and the eyes like an eagle that could spot obstacles in the distance
now strain to read the paper or recognize a familiar face

Ah but the voice remains
It sings and prays and laughs still and has power with my children
it can still softly supply the sexuality of my intent
and argue politics of the insane and misinformed
it still speaks of hope and joy and the future
I don’t know when it happened and I never saw it coming.
I grew old in an instant

Michael Erdman  
May, 2011
 Feb 2013 PS
Michael Erdman
WHEN I WAS JUST A LITTLE BOY
I USED TO ASK MY “MUDDA”
DON’T GIVE ME PEAS OR BROCOLLI
JUST BRING ME PEANUT BUTTA

I’D DIP MY FINGER IN THE JAR
AND SCOOP IT IN MY MOUTH
THEN WAIT FOR ABOUT AN HOUR OR SO,
FOR IT TO SLIDE DOWN SOUTH

I USEO TO EAT THE KIND CALLED “SMOOTH”
BUT QUICKLY SWITCHED TO "CHUNKY"
I LIKED THE WAY IT TASTED
SORTA GRITTY, KINDA FUNKY

SKIPPY, JIFF AND PETER PAN
WHERE BRANDS I LIKED THE BEST
I’D OFTEN LINE UP ALL THREE JARS
AND HAVE A TASTE TEST-FEST

BUT CHOOSING BRANDS WAS EASY
FOR MY MOM WHO WAS SO WISE
SHE’D EYE EACH ONE SO CAREFULLY
THEN BUY THE LOWEST “PRICE”

YEA, WITH SOME JAM.. ON WONDERBREAD
OH WHAT A DELICIOUS TREAT!
I REMEMBER ALL THE GOOEY GOODNESS
HOW MUCH FUN IT WAS TO EAT

BUT NOW I’VE GIVEN UP THAT SNACK
MY CHILDHOOD TASTES I’VE TRADED
I’M OLDER AND MY PALATE
HAS BECOME SOPHISTICATED

I NOW EAT FOOD THAT’S LOW IN SALT
AND SATURATED FAT
BUT WHEN I WANT TO CHEAT A BIT?...

“HEY SKIPPY, WHERE YOU AT”!!!!
written back in 1990 as a funny little diddy about food
 Feb 2013 PS
Audrey
You're not afraid of eye connection,
Or something called a "sensitive topic",
Like an open door,
You let me in,
Sweet little sunshine, you're my best friend.

Flitting through the trees,
Never staying in one place,
If only I could grab a hold of you,
Have you shed a little light to warm my face.

Sometimes it gets so chilly,
My fingers cramp and I feel I could die.
At these times, summery sunshine,
I think of you,
And I know I'll be just fine.
Hey sunshine, you're pretty awesome.
 Feb 2013 PS
Audrey
August
 Feb 2013 PS
Audrey
I’m not saying that the love I felt wasn't true,

but you’re long gone —you were never here,

and you've got someone that you hold very dear.

I’m taking the long road away, far away,

Maybe I’ll run into you again some day.

But I hope not,

because if I do,

then I might just fall back in love with you.

I’m done with pining,

and sighing,

and moaning,

because I’ll never ever have you,

and it’s about time that I get going.

Dwelling on my failure

to share how I feel,

is not going to help anything,

I mean c’mon, let’s be real.

It’s my fault that you never even knew-

in fact you still don’t-

and that’s my fault too.

It’s better that way, though,

so I’ll let this be.

Goodbye my first love,

you never even knew me.
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