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Update for 05.13.08:

Male Model by Phil Doran

Set to Replay by Willie Smith

Backsliding by Cynthia Ruth Lewis

Tree by G. David Schwartz

05.05.08:

Disintegration by Don Hucks

Five Feet and Building by Joel Van Noord

Grocery Aisle by Richard Lighthouse

Cross the Road by Ashok Niyogi

04.29.08:

Lookalikes by Phil Doran

Dinner by Brandi Wells

The Modern Covenant by Daniel E. Wilcox

Death by Onions by Michael Frissore

04.21.08:

Future's Children by Kimberly Raiser

Identity Theft by George Anderson

The Datists by Adam Engel

A Great Deal of Money by Justin Hyde

04.14.08:

Mr. Papaya and Dale by Eric Suhem

California by Caroline Imreibe

Aftermath of Vehement Argument #1,068 by Cynthia Ruth Lewis

Trip-Hammer Vitality by Lisa Nickerson

04.07.08:

The Florence of Basel, or Why Readers of Nietzsche Need to Read Burckhardt by Jeff Crouch

Slideshow by Miles J. Bell

Friends of the Poet by Sean C. Bowen

Picture Perfect by Leah Baldwin

03.24.08:

The Streak by Jeremy Hendrix

Grab Your Butts by Emme Hor

Far Away by Ashok Niyogi

Staring Down a White-Tailed Doe by Aleathia Drehmer

03.17.08:

The Hairbrush by Vernard Kennedy

Dog Days of Winter by Niall Berkeley

Poem From My Grave by Michael Lee Johnson

Mashed Potatoes and Hamburgers by Matt Finney

03.10.08:

Hard Work by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Jetty Cake Pigs by J.D. Nelson

I'm Quiet in Bed by Moctezuma Johnson

Tequila Shakes by Richard Lighthouse

The Old Man

by James Babbs

 

The old man shuffles in
as I'm starting on
my second beer and
it takes him awhile
to get to his seat so
by the time he sits down
I'm ordering my third one
I've seen him here before
so I ask him how he's doing
okay he says without looking up
I remember he's married and
ask him how his wife is
this time he looks at me
not good he says
I had to put her in
a nursing home last week
I see the tears in his eyes
I'm sorry to hear that I say
but it doesn't seem like enough
he says the worst thing
is the Alzheimer's
she doesn't remember things
doesn't even know who I am and
the tears roll down his cheeks
I can't stand watching him cry
and know I have to
get out of there before
I lose it myself
so I put my money on
the bar and leave
don't even think about
finishing my beer

 

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James Babbs was born during the Johnson administration when the average household income was $6,899.00 and a gallon of gas cost just 32¢. He still dreams of becoming a rock star, but would settle for Emperor of Wyoming. His poetry collection, Dictionary of Chaos, is still available from xlibris.com. Some recent poems have appeared in Abbey, Little White Poetry Journal, Nerve Cowboy, Pudding Magazine, Remark and Words Dance; and on the internet at My Favorite Bullet, Spent Meat, Thieves Jargon, Word Riot and Zygote in My Coffee.

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