Three Poems by Hugh Tribbey

ROOSTING IO # 14

error-proof peat moss
nine 1-8 dime Decatur if you fall ale

happy lap wood doll laugh
enough jalopy eel

uber soy odd cool near pool
ebb lay grail aster rod eye hole
fop paste pay pearl load ode digits fits
ooze scene for weeble



ROOSTING IO #15

sue nocturne cyst sis stew
spell vex stat

dusk runt lentil icon
test role ovoid dye dime
Asian sin eats 6 thin

lynx rood 3 orbits sea otter
eek meter oil

rosy knoll rash whisker
green down in

yon
leap

weary hung gone
ugly treason leg



ROOSTING IO #16

aye toad
odor relay tilt

bean
taffy silt toll

late
idle den note

time velt elf stark
6 files toss avatar ash
arty ashbin con lamp weep

Visual Poetry by Nico Vassilakis

Four Visual Works by Ali Znaidi

"Silence A Collage Vispo by Ali Znaidi"

"something weird A Visual Collage by Ali Znaidi"

"A Wish A Visual Nano Poem by Ali Znaidi"

"a duplicate A Visual Asemic Writing by Ali Znaidi"

POME by Billy Bob Beamer

Cut-Up Poetry by Andrew K. Peterson

RITUAL / BESIDE

1.             Lady Day among the stones

2.            Owns her own rationed refelction [sic] bought online

3.             A can, ivory flowers

4.            struggles,

5.            To accept the local mirror stone gone out of business

6.            The flower pales with desire                                   the end

7.             The flower desires

8.            & throws away its skin

9.            Refractions of refelction left alone undone    the end

10.          I lied, I lay my lying, I do my living on the floor

I lay my laid my Nile on the war beside

The dogs with a wheat block in the blank mountain

College has to smell like a neck & my drink  

Drinks from strange orange effervescent sediment

Minor annoyances / rim mirroring / an email

Should ask for what’s to be thrown out & what’s to get left over

For potential ritual, commemorating a return

From an end towards a non-existent point

Should be beside a bridge

Flarf Poetry by Andrew K. Peterson

GORILLA MONSOON BY GORILLA MONSOON

never saw him before, never seen him since. 

was trying to prove everything. what brought

it all to life         I id just behind the curtain

in gorilla position          95% or so is    

Shine – control / heat – comeback – finish

One rule: little guys vs. little guys, big guys

against big guys: The irresistible force meets

the immovable object. Don’t we need to give

Everything we’ve got?     then we can recreate

swimming histories       i.e. “I want

to live with a girl called Alex”. The song

says. “I need a real American”. At least that’s

how  I remember   how baffling the squared circle  

is reality both in / outside  of its divisions. wrestling

video voice tapes back before I was sentinel  

consciousness enough to disarm / articulate desires

The song says “I need

a real American,”  At least that’s what I remember.

Maybe Gorilla didn’t wrestle

bears with gypsies, speak no English, raw

eat meat, drink your victim’s blood. someday

learn what you learn, hold down

dust with tacks, suppress a past  you didn’t help build

The Rochester War Memorial,

Discovered bathing naked with bears

Tears in a stream. In summary, The Aeneid, chapter three

Virgil The Bodyguard turns on his employer,

Wins freedom & a million dollar belt.

Will you stop?     A clothesline & a Beauty

The kisses          The breadbasket

External occipital protuberance 

into an airplane spin into   The Manchurian Splash

This place has gone bananas

The garden just literally exploded

"Quiet Birds" by Clive Gresswell

the birds are quiet today

passion spent by the night-calling

outrageous creatures

vested in the black arts

hide themselves in hovels

and the birds are quiet today.

The birds are fucking quiet

fucking today

speaking only occasionally

in their simple language

they invaded your dreams

where Anne Frank met Frankenstein

and the birds are quiet today.

The birds are quiet today

Amid the forest of the damned

Wherein haunt the ectoplasms

Of a crushed human spirit

Long ago and far away

Turning the leaf of another book

Inscribed by nazi warmongers

Plus their handful of poems.

And the birds are fucking quiet

Fucking today

Over the tracks

Still awaiting the last

Whistle of the secret train.

And the birds are quiet today.