Mind Sprocket Magazine

No More Poems

Joe Mitchell — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 19:28:44 +0000

I don't want to corrupt another clean white sheet with a poem.

Until we cannot scream anymore

Sam Rockler — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 19:24:51 +0000

Everyone knows the secrets I’ve been keeping, or else nothing is a secret, or else nothing is real.

Mute

Desiree Parker — Wed, 07 Jan 2009 02:36:35 +0000

'Mute' is more than just a story about a man and his fish. It's not just about his baby and his wife. The man's whole life might simply be beside the point. Maybe the fish is the only one who gets it.

The Crossroads

Christopher Hoitash — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 05:24:53 +0000

This is different. Hello, my name is Fred. And the last thing I remember is getting hit by a car.

You’re Heaven, Not Its Gold

Andrew Calis — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 15:55:39 +0000

For Beauty ought with beauty live, And Beauty is God’s home. And to the pure the purest give The purest place to roam.

The Pack

Andrew Calis — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 15:54:02 +0000

I burn with the same carnal, carnivorous passions, The polygamy of the untamed

This is My Heaven

Andrea MacEachern — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 14:36:49 +0000

I know what heaven looks like in all four seasons. I know what it looks like in the summer. I know what heaven looks like in the fall. This is my heaven.

Dancing Out of Time

Charlene Baldridge — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 14:27:08 +0000

The young man who owns Café Zia dances with a mop. He is curious about my ear cuff. Guess he's never seen an old woman wearing a lover on her ear.

Defiance

Sean Barr — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 00:14:40 +0000

The spring wind in Carlisle is a poisoned heat— the vile sting of Zephyrus’ noxious kisses rage street

The Man Who Didn’t Need Mothering

Charlene Baldridge — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 00:14:33 +0000

From the time you spat the nipple out and walked, you were never mine. I wish now I hadn’t thrown that tacky World’s Greatest Mother plate against the wall