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By Policarpio de La Trinidas or “Trini”

Six Word Memoirs

CIVIL WAR ENDS TONIGHT. DON’T RUN

NO MUSS NO FUSS. CIVIL WARS.

GUNS AND BOOKS, BUT NO RIVERS.

TRAVELLING, MOVING, NO CRYING. GUNSHOTS RAGE. 

By David Estrada

Bull Street

I.

Making water from ice
in the hot hot shade
of Spanish moss
gathered round a four star
campfire, sing songs about
train trips and boat trips
and good ships and
friendships.
Traveling with a sunburn,
howling at the moon.

II.

A dog barks
down a dark alley
and an old man
pisses on the street.
Spilling blood all over himself
looking up at the sky,
wondering why he’s
never been on a plane.

By Daniel Chavarria

Linder Opus XIV

for isaac

1. This is my time to rhyme,
Give me a motherfuckin’ dime

Or I’ll show you a crime
that’s motherfuckin’ asinine

2. buzz buzz buh buzz buzz
buzz (noticing)

3. TEQUILA MOCKINGBIRD

Zizek Symphony (Second Chorus)
for zizek

1. The organism is autonomous
It does not need us to breeze.

2. The concept of time
only slow us down, if we are human.

3. Blood tasted bad sometimes.

Low Country Boil

Low country boil

…we arrive at dawn
Acadian drifter

lunch
Traiteur

Jean Lafitte’s
Kingdom of Barataria
The Coastal Empire

Port royal
DEAD and Rural

By Pepito Jones

RanchoGrande

I

Dry rivers run
through the cities
like dead birds
trying to breath out
within the muck.
In the morning
maybe we could
shoot them
before they died.

II

last evenings on earth
driving to the old school
with Fiona,
gun in lap burlap sack
with schillings and
roosters crow at the break of day
under dead clouds
and the national

Latin murder pt 2
(Can be read in spanish and english)

HAY
HOSPITAL
CON
VAGINA

NO
ERA
CANCER

VULGAR,
NOSE?

Latin murder pt 2.1

HAY
HOSPITAL
CON
VAGINA

NO
ERA
LASER

By Ezekiel and Ezra Earhart

THE WASP

Oxfords
Weejuns
Blazer
Madras
Bloody Mary

THE “NEW” WASP

Topsider
Wolkswagen
Oxfords
PBR
Cape Cod