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Milton Friedman Switches Trains

slingshot litareview — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 04:34:40 +0000

Drawing: Sara Drake Milton steps outside the “Loop” when the doors open. Transit is generally pleasurable when Milton reads a book. Reading a book means Milton is looking at a book. Leaving the “Loop” train, Milton sticks his book underneath his arm. Walking from the “Loop” to the first escalator toward the Pink Line, Milton passes [...]

Object

slingshot litareview — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 08:42:06 +0000

It had been a precise fall, quick and sharp, as a nail slipped into wood, and the someone who had fallen had stood back up, awkward and disoriented in such a situation, and then, just as quickly, had fallen back down, the forehead first, onto an oak tree next to the sidewalk where the someone [...]

THIS IS THE WAY THE WORLD ENDS

slingshot litareview — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 03:16:12 +0000

With you on top and me on the bottom and the lights out but light everywhere -Howie Good

after a night with chinaski

slingshot litareview — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 05:35:11 +0000

i get caught up in the metaphysical but every once in a while even god shakes out an angel by his wings and severs them with one mighty swoop he’ll fall dramatically tumbling through the air first hitting a sky rise then smacking the sidewalk in times square maybe you’ve heard of the artist maybe not you know the type: beauty will save us all i think everyone should be like neil [...]

So We Had a Wake

slingshot litareview — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 06:59:26 +0000

You came over in red high tops from a yard sale and your old bandana with a Rubbermaid trunk of things for me to keep. Your Junior Legion plaque. Records from the bank you worked at one summer, but you never worked at a bank. You worked in a furniture factory and a Bible [...]

Her Ex-Boyfriends, Hunting

slingshot litareview — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 18:17:22 +0000

Philip, he wanted to shoot right for the head. He wanted to split that deer’s face or splatter it. Or otherwise deface that deer in the most literal and irreversible way. Philip didn’t give a damn about trophies or mounting any ten-pointer. He wanted the small proud center of that head to accelerate evenly across [...]

this desert place

slingshot litareview — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 14:24:14 +0000

and all gods only in black & white, and the two of us with the luxury of fading away the walls there thick with blood, the air heavy with ghosts rain against the windows 35 degrees shades of grey laid on top of shades of grey and it’s not love, it’s fucking, and the bruises are as meaningless as you’d expect said listen to this and unbuttoned her [...]

So Much Depends Upon Tarantulas

slingshot litareview — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 18:01:57 +0000

The zoo is releasing the mountain lions. The bears took me for a demigod.

Landscape [ n4 ]

slingshot litareview — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 03:28:45 +0000

Land was pastures Land was cities Land was tall buildings gutters rain. Land was barns and silos. Land was trains dribbling going stopping starting. Land was People herded. Land was People separated. Land was a buzz. Land was a hum. Land was a noise. Land is: [...]

Two Poems

admin — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 20:43:30 +0000

To the Huarango Tree: A destroyed ecosystem Charcoal and sand devour our cities—pay no attention to the resting places of our ancestors, a spring of light with its fierce harvest of pomegranate, grapes, and huarango. Demons blow until there is nothing but the dark. Our lives are broken lamps hung on the shadows of missing trees. It [...]