KENNETH WEENE : Watching Football
NECA STOLLER : North Beach Grill
WENDY HAMMOND : Rain/Storm
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KENNETH WEENE's poem was previously published on LinkedIn; find his homepage at http://www.kennethweene.com

Watching Football North Beach Grill Rain/Storm
KENNETH WEENE
Watching Football

There is something sensuous about an avocado: its skin, its compliant tenderness, the juicy meat within. The way it colors in the air, the smell and flesh so reminiscent of an orchid. Then that pit! All pretense gone; it is all about reproduction. Other fruits may fool you, but avocados know exactly what they and we are about. The same for pomegranates, a hard fruit tumescent with small bursting seeds and passionate in color. Natural allies the two fruits provide the essence of your guacamole.

Next that nacho. You think it simply made from corn, as if that were not phallus enough for any imagination; but there is more. That corn has been soaked in lime, nixtamalized is the term. Imagine those members floating leisurely in their bath, getting ready for their wedding day when they, now hard and crisp, will be brought to that light green bower into which they will be dipped and dipped again.

And you thought you were just watching football, when you were being your own pornography. 

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I have many things to write unto you but I will not write with pen and ink
--JOHN the theologian

FIND home

Watching Football North Beach Grill Rain/Storm


NECA STOLLER
North Beach Grill
The awning fan is a kaleidoscope that grays the low tide's glisten and changes the air from glare to flicker. I drift here to drink, taking in the blue shadow of the harbor jetty. A boy crouches to spool loose lines, to gut a fish. Those eyes that can't shut; the translucent tail that won't still. This persistent probity that holds each fin in its place, keeps them erect until they catch the rising sun, scales gleaming a burnished yellow. Hours later, the smell of spilled beer lingers on my wrist and fingers.
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Watching Football North Beach Grill Rain/Storm


WENDY HAMMOND
Rain/Storm
a desperate rain throws itself down in a tantrum the wind takes a taste then spits it out like a bitter attitude and the mood is blue and the mood is dreary and the sound is heavy and the sound is constant and I am sitting here and I write about rain again dipping my pen into fountains of emotion forgiving this pain the ink stains confessions disfigurements tossing pennies mesmerized by surface the thunder rolls the carpet out and i run toward the darkest cloud to see what all the fuss is about drenched to the bone alone and intoxicated divulging all my sins and secrets yet they boomerang back like an echo in the distance -wash me clean i beg forgiveness a desperate rain throws itself down in a tantrum while i kick and scream
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KENNETH WEENE : Watching Football
NECA STOLLER : North Beach Grill
WENDY HAMMOND : Rain/Storm


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