Cerebral Contents:

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

by Sydney Bergman

Tonight we swallow plushness
Mixed with rainwater and kir
At the bar two blocks
From our holy heart
Cathedral, mapped by the fingers
Of blind men and sunsets and barmen

Melting night down and pouring
It into glasses stained with lips and hands
Tireless mouths and cigarettes made of ash
We rest our elbows and our minds
On polished zinc

We watch the moving stair
Fall in love with the girl in the torn blue skirt
For ten minutes
Red hair brushing
Fabric-sellers button-men
Fasteners and silks
Wet with rain

We never move
Off our stools
Though we are often out of our heads
Caught in this stillness
While we're awaiting that rising apple:
Dawn

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Sydney Bergman divides her time between Pittsburgh, Washington D.C., and Narnia - though, of late, she's come out of the closet. Ba da bing. Drop her an e-mail at sbb23@pitt.edu.

posted 03.15.04.

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