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Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Staring into the eyes of God

12.30.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, today's words by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Staring into the eyes of God By Marya Zilberberg Tonight I stared into the eyes of God. They were seven, three men and four women, Dancing, on a stage made of water, In the woods, at sunset. They were two butterflies, a dragonfly, Three birds, five trees, […]


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, How to Clean a Fish

12.29.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone How to Clean a Fish By Ray Sharp Mark 1:17–“Come, follow me,” Jesus said, “and I will make you fishers of men.” We’ll assume you know all about where to fish, How to bait the hook, how to cast the line, How to set the hook and […]


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Starvation Diet

12.29.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, today's words by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Starvation Diet By Karen Schindler The bones of my soul ->Visible<-  Sticking out under the thin    veneer of my smile Karen’s most recent poem to appear at vox poetica was Leap.


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Boneing

12.28.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, today's words by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Boneing By Hugh Fox A week of urine blood, my urologist-oncologist gives me three different kinds of antibiotics that collectively turn my nights into Andean hallucinogenic-mares, last night they were all there, at first unidentifiable skeletons sitting around the dining room table chawing on bird and snake […]


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Wishbone

12.27.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, today's words by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Wishbone By Tim VanSant when we were kids we would hold a wishbone in the crook of our pinky fingers and make a wish close our eyes and pull hoping for the bigger half now I never break bones and never make a wish if having it […]