Friday, November 14, 2008

Sunrise Polar Bear                     - Anna

I stepped outside and looked at the eastern sky. The horizon was glowing and beginning to turn the clouds pink. I walked west down my street towards the main road.

Before I got there I saw a polar bear walking towards me. He had a friendly aura. I was not sure if he was being drawn in by the sunrise or if he was coming to warn me about something.

As we met, he looked at me. Was he trying to say something? I kept going, and every time I turned back, he was still looking at me.

I would find out later if he was trying to warn me about something or if he was being lured east by the beautiful sunrise.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Ahuki series part 2                   - Renee Michele Walrafen

53
as I eat this tasty egg
I think of chickens
hatching on breakfast bagels

81
songs written about monkeys
band called The Monkeys
we are obsessed with monkeys

88
monster, litigation, wept,
defenestration:
these are my favorite words

211
if I were the grand master
namer of all things
I would call them Colourflies

235
evil ones are among us
Carebears, Puss-in-boots
Daffy, Woody, Sebastian

256
contrary to my belief
the sun doesn't rise
I simply go upside down

270
vigilante jackrabbit
crimefighter saves the
planet from global warming

280
the ice rinks melted and the
zamboni driver
moved up north for the season

311
one blister and five bruises
sore arms and shoulders
working in the garden sucks!

340
hooking up the internet
is like untieing
a knot of crazy cobras

342
if I was a panda bear
I'd wear a hoodie
dance in music videos

357
police do-not-cross ribbon
the lawn chair jumper
snags my evening plans again!

Ahuki series part 1                   - Renee Michele Walrafen

18
many thanks to you, my dark,
slick, thick, ebony,
musty, lusty sip of dusk

54
sexy cherry tree, swaying
softly blooming, ripe,
lush, sighing in the front yard

55
oak tree gnarled like an old dog
complaining of aches
heavy in the winter wind

80
you hanging above my door
head squeezed through the crack
limp like a watch on canvas

90
I want to be a stripper
red nails on the pole
ass in someone's candy face

92
wind encircles like tendrils
tracing my light skin
in a clockwise direction

191
subsistence surplus tariff
inhalation fee
excess mastication charge

217
I am the raging ocean
nuzzling the shoreline
teeming with everything

231
a parade of masked ravens
with propaganda
of raven democracy

243
there is a gateway to
all permutations
of the life you are living

262
caught in my internal tale
swarming bumblebees
gnaw at my blueberry brain

276
bunch of winged candy buds
in a pack, basking
too stiff to follow the sun

297
like a teenaged runaway
the passing moments
long to find their way back home

302
when I'm old I want to ride
a spaceship into
atoms of the after-life