atone for her hands with hammering

What confounded time

2012-02-16T22:29:00.000-08:00

What confounded time:
this first dusty egg,
perfectly clear.
Then the hour bee appeared.

Burn to a moment
the truth I consider lost.
A knot instant, the bright boat,
rowed by chiropteran men...
bleach boat moving defiant as the caught wind.

Name the sailors.
Deliver the word as a wave.

untitled by anonymous

2010-02-15T17:39:00.001-08:00

split you drunk
to make air this journey
A piece of bread door sawed
caught another glass
of the capital
of mother sack hunger
of hunger.

with a shaking needle hand,
cover at your shy offer -
men's and not God's.

this mist to deter you
this hard rain murmured
our material origin

rain weight is innocent
of the Old Man hungrily lit:
one arm with a letter, the other bent open.

Of curve course I have the wind. The boat.
A rich valley -
in what year?

So what, by Edmund

2007-06-21T08:26:00.000-07:00

Slit the door-handle.
Prose indeed.

Wonderful a candle,
a sown whole candle
in coal her eyes.

He'll go government
and rekindle the general.

But sleepy in rich spite
she hard fled and swung.
Her eyes were nothing but a spy.

Might be okay to u, by Teodoro Graham

2007-06-20T19:17:00.000-07:00

Next pinch day
had curl been thrown
I cannot sweep myself with dignity.
Impulse, believe me;
fetch when I say
that I am a stretch of the person
and something of gold.

Sparkle a dark relationship.
Curve carried out,
a troubled limit broke the aggressor.

Lain slit back
she with black wait curling and small--
no hair finger,
not a filthy thing--
was of her interrupt,
of dove-good birth,
of fits and whisper.

Forgot, Sorry; by Tanner Simpson

2007-06-15T22:37:00.000-07:00

Copper point:
The linen-blue fuse burns
between hands and burns first
even second.
Is time some thing?--
domestic, devoted--
a nerve sling
by a left hand in Argos.

Listening to surgery,
small about three engines,
is that wife
not burnt
not fallen
not months ago
not recklessly so hasty,
whose away nerve
ate a story.

As power will weight
she walked
towards the Mosque of the Bat.

Along the table
never lie marks like anybody.
Ask nothing of copper.
All I can give
is damage as a stamp.
She rose as a dress rose.
Mark strange
the bent wax down.

Hope u feel better, by Lups

2007-05-23T13:32:00.000-07:00

Taste for moon, shy tick in time:
I feel my life fast as a glass cover.
Her death sparkle, outgoing.
All the horse-strange horrors
that disturb light.
My rat thoughts make you the young man.
You are floor-clung after all,
a good companion.
I will speed an instrument.
Scissors lend a bitter taste.
I have eaten nothing.

Tell me..., by Renae

2007-05-06T17:03:00.000-07:00

Sense, cause, knowledge:
What saw slip does.
Isn't balance a bad idea?
There is a strung horn, little secret;
he sent tooth for me to his house,
gave me no helpless opinion.
Now in the gallery
the guard man against wheel distance
opened his eyes.
When leaf would frame you,
fly for close control.
Young wire man, terrible in a low voice,
loads his crush around a thousand daggers.
Birth like a cooing ice clap of thunder.
The gleaming appetite grows by light.

Best Next: Get Ready for It, by Dee Scott

2007-04-17T15:45:00.000-07:00

The feather man, hearing nothing more,
formed the plan by which we left the process.
Hush, punch, swim, push;
do not joke in so loud a detail.

What did support taste like?
Liquid event, drunk hospital.

Is this the linen sneeze of lemonade?

Hungry, concealed in the dark and whatever,
it was not I who fronted silk, and understood God.
I cannot increase you.

Are there any to commit a robbery--
a hot person, a bitter taste?

Come; you are joking yourself curved now.

Question the lemonade.
Come transport me;
join;
divide.

Do u remember, by Jewel Dean

2007-04-10T13:09:00.000-07:00

When you dine, burn, cheat there,
do uneven you sleep there?

The punishment of seeing you,
my invention,
seeing me forget -
after we have made a glass bound with chalk!
Who prepared it?

Come, vessel, you fail.
You are no invention.
And summer, have you troubled
any recollection of your country?

I can move still, and sparkling say it:
a flower is fast as a dream.
You know something already;
when I shut my garden eyes,
I seem to see it.

No Subject, by Esposite Paulette

2007-02-27T05:41:00.000-08:00

see effect
see wheel in table the seat
see cow in same in shade
net blue in gun
see salt!
sweet some paper
on level on tooth on false

society! bottle or flat
be oven be station
iron be snow
be necessary in leather
see driving not adjustment
be face see development
be committee not collar
the man on water

event and desire
see suggestion
in mouth in cheap in serious
see rice try winter!
see brother the regret not cord
see run but story
see egg in reward
the burst may whistle the crime.

You Got Some Time, by Cris

2007-02-25T21:15:00.000-08:00

Bright machine
more agile and parcel thick
than the smoke surprise.

The easiest attraction
is the terrible beginning that chose its work.
Remembering the blot end of the month
the sun swelled. The boat touched the pain shore.

Do you think we have nothing fly to fear?
Pencil sailors, who rose as thieves:
a bland following in the hands of the land.

Paper dug away the earth;
smoke tumble was a circular space.

Now that I dig nothing, neatly now,
I take the doubtful burst, and enter.

Thanks for Ur Time, by Jesenia Stevens

2007-02-19T09:55:00.000-08:00

I.

The milk apartment consisted
of about two small wet rooms.

II.

This first dusty spring
the singular breed set out, and
on the drum evening reached the hour.

III.

The Englishman appeared to burn.

After, the bright boat, bleach boat
redoubled their grease.
A wave consisted of a sting,
remained wave an open moment.

IV.

Floor silent, plant and pensive,
I am like these troubled rocks.

Last Weekend, by Cecile

2007-02-15T10:47:00.000-08:00

Married in wet silence,
doubt turned liquid onto her music.
All borrow gone at the siege wire.

Near bronze from a near near gold
I was bred for the owner darkness.

Queen of angels, base drip,
mirage of spilt smell.
She broke her mind to her neighbour.

Shallow in a strap,
the mirror plucks structure from a tree.

You Free, by Bess

2007-02-14T06:45:00.000-08:00

Quickly.
Shiny.
Liver and bacon.
Steak and kidney pie.

Right! The voice of thick rain
is under again,
is faint born to blush,
is badly a flower.

O, destroy by God the instinctive parcel!
Sweet citizen, grab at the letter,
flourishing the picture of hats pinned on his whore.

Gold overtakes sapphire.
From this intense consciousness
wood root science answers:
"Night sense be damned.
River to you in evil company,
awful trodden hours."

Do Pathology, by Delay

2007-02-12T10:46:00.000-08:00

For a body is called white:
the definition, however,
of the position, or to state what parts were contiguous—
“boat” cannot be said to find its explanation in the word “rudder.”

The case is the same, of course,
with regard to process of change;
while in all other cases it is by contraries.
So much, then, is stated with regard to these.

Yet species and genus do not merely indicate quality,
like the Thus
it would seem that the perceptible exists
before perception.

The surface over which the white extends is large;
when once
a syllable is pronounced, it is not is irritable when vexed:
he, for example, is not even spoken of as a bad-tempered rudder.

Thus we cannot use the terms reciprocally,
for the word “winged creature"
as being such because of its wings, the constitution of every appropriate subject.

Thus disease and health are because
we possess these individual branches of knowledge;
parts have no common boundary.

Sometimes, even though a name exists
the antithesis is the same.

If he knows
that a thing is more beautiful, it was applied
to those things which had both name and definition.
For man is which is to be apprehended
by knowledge; by perception, perception.

Thanks to guest blogger Hunter and the philosopher Aristotle.

Happy with Yourself, by Hedwig

2007-02-11T07:07:00.000-08:00

Swim had shine for angry summer:
color transport in the Turkish style.

I have swum above an hour,
miniature winter set sun-vessel mad.

I will swim on until swim I am worn.
O he lived on thick alone,
boiling perfectly motionless.
Which watch swung was the water?

Time for Change, by Denis

2007-02-07T13:36:00.000-08:00

At the gold start
the wave girl lists
in joy and terror:
The house of prepare.

If we journey,
offer them danger:
The house of power.

Water sounds on the seafall,
liquid from an unripe month.
Infamous morning:
The house of tintinnabulary language.

You Ready Yet, by Josie

2007-02-07T08:58:00.002-08:00

To protect the corridor muscle
through which you bored your lit glass,
what we mute must do
is bite, because mouth is force:
a burnt smile, warm, animal.

Check This Out, by Romaine

2007-02-07T08:58:00.001-08:00

News under "what is the matter?":
I am free.
I am saved.
Five thousand volumes melt in my library.

Long Time Babe, by Hugh Martin

2007-02-07T08:57:00.002-08:00

I saw the soldier's shape,
glamorous and theory,
the top of his whiskers spread,
repeated, lupine.

Suppose we stamp what wax comes of it?
Let flower seek us by selection.

I was dust-written,
the utter tie,
his wondering sonbucket.
Sleepy meat;
slippery resistance.

Greasy, adorable mug of you,
who and what you are.
I stain am, like your decision.
Could you ever have helpless
burst such a weight thing?

At goat length answered the drum-head stranger:

Hard you mention these engine suspicions,
mowed to sugar shiver accusation.
Then list yes, smoke yes;
and taste afterwards.
You are crush kindly bred,
riveted steel on a road-sewed man who,
rising and stoneseizing his hand, you bear.
Warm camera, flower in turn.
Fall.
Be the same as I.

Gotta See This, by Roseanna Hunt

2007-02-07T08:57:00.001-08:00

"Oh, yes, yes!"
"And the corridor?"

It is a day conspiracy.
You knew the name,
slit the person.
You love close to the sea.

Balance on my honor.
Knife person,
haunt what I hoped.
Bulb person,
detect far too much.

I should have thrown lovely myself
into shaky the sea.

And slay, you say, that sign.
You are ignorant of the contents.
"All?"
Yes, my dear purpose.
Yes; guide up your glorious excavation.

Justina, by Eyes Inhouse

2007-02-07T08:56:00.000-08:00

gravity of match speed
distance worked
a cohesive Earth thing
a turn

High End Watches, by Victorina Whitehead

2007-02-07T08:55:00.000-08:00

Blood: it's steam and cotton, but broken.
Reading some map or button,
try its effect for thread and damage.
It's stitch on stick:
opposite a watch, a cow.
It's memory on rule
it's shade but finger but carriage
it's sail the tall not-snow.

Give It a Shot, by Omega Reynolds

2007-02-07T08:54:00.000-08:00

In that sort of agriculture there used to be three wings,
and two were torn down, so rose could purchase anything she liked.
Red hose, rubber boots, and a real sword lay in her lap.
Snowball-indignant boys,
nodding at one another in an absurd sort of way;
the girls with timid awe.
On the high bank above the road there was a group of lads and lasses,
with stars and anchors in every direction.