i26
Edited by Joseph A. W. Quintela
6 June 2010
Featuring:
Cath Barton
J.M. Brandt
Samantha Butler
David Haase
C. Martinez
Catfish McDaris
Rebecca Anne Renner
Copyright © 2010 by Individual Authors
All Rights Reserved
i26
Edited by Joseph A. W. Quintela
6 June 2010
Featuring:
Cath Barton
J.M. Brandt
Samantha Butler
David Haase
C. Martinez
Catfish McDaris
Rebecca Anne Renner
Copyright © 2010 by Individual Authors
All Rights Reserved
A Short Film About a Great Artist
Location: A red room, floor included.
Dramatis personae: The artist (as a young man) and the wild child (you).
Action: The artist draws. Rounded hedges, Grecian statuary. You want out. He draws you, leaving.
Flash forward to: The same room, but white now (you got a professional to do it). The mourners are respectful as you point out the red wine stains on the pictures which line the walls.
Fade to: Your laughter.
Dramatis personae: The artist (as a young man) and the wild child (you).
Action: The artist draws. Rounded hedges, Grecian statuary. You want out. He draws you, leaving.
Flash forward to: The same room, but white now (you got a professional to do it). The mourners are respectful as you point out the red wine stains on the pictures which line the walls.
Fade to: Your laughter.
by Cath Barton of Abergavenny, Wales
Slippery Noodle
Waking naked in the fat woman's bed. Tequila nausea escape, Houdini style. Back to the Chicago machine gun. The novel grand salami just over the horizon.
by Catfish McDaris of West Allis
fool, me
mouthful
slickback vanilla
crows nested gargoyle
babies waiting be tasted
be alive
infect like
enamelstone parasites
fool me no more
by David Haase of Denver
slickback vanilla
crows nested gargoyle
babies waiting be tasted
be alive
infect like
enamelstone parasites
fool me no more
by David Haase of Denver
Change Me (While He's on the Ground)
She said the violence would change me and it has in ways I didn't think it would. I read the end of the book before I even start it. I've lost patience with standing in line. I shake the hand of my new neighbor and think, "I would kick his knee and while he's on the ground..." I wash laundry every day, especially my underwear. I clean my windows. Before I hang up, I hesitate - almost telling my mom that I love her.
by J.M. Brandt of Columbia
Baby Bumblebee
He held the bee toy over baby's face and said, "When she smiles, it's weird." Later, she drank the bathwater. He told her to. He complained how she ate everything on her dinner plate sans complaint. "Maybe it’s autism," he snorted. I said, "Maybe she just wants to be like you." He ran screaming when he found her with a jar of stinging bees, only her swelling hand as a lid. Jerk never did know how to accept a gift.
by C. Martinez of Denver
Like a Love Letter from a Cartographer
Your hands were tallow candles:
our shadows were only continents.
Never thought you'd be anything
more than an apprentice.
by Rebecca Anne Renner of Port Orange
our shadows were only continents.
Never thought you'd be anything
more than an apprentice.
by Rebecca Anne Renner of Port Orange
Love in the Time
It is 3.45am in Burbank, California, and a young man is drunk. And, predictably, horny. I've thought about fucking you in so many different ways, he croons. I'm sitting, laptop perched upon crossed legs. Some 19 hours and 7918 miles away. He is persistent this evening, begging for mere seconds of me. I talk him through but leave him unsatisfied. With the lowering of the screen, I wash my hands of this.
by Samantha Butler of Melbourne
