Tennessee Williams

“I have always been pushed by the negative.
The apparent failure of a play sends me back to my typewriter
that very night,
before the reviews are out. I am more compelled to get back to work than if I had a success.”
– Tennessee Williams
© 2010


“Apnea” by Alex Bledsoe

Photo by Alex Bledsoe

Each night I dream of failures.
I relive past ones,
and make new ones from whole psychic cloth.
They accrue, like interest in my IRA,
and with each one it grows less and less likely
that any waking triumphs will ever balance them out.

Alex Bledsoe

© 2010

“Unbridled Fear Of Nothing” by Jacquelyn Gail

How many ways
can betrayal hiss into my dreams.
Unbridled fear sits
on the throne of my heart.

Where strength once resided,
the Olympian ruins
of the fleeting gods remain.
Jealousy, panic, rage, vengence,
demand their due.
Fear was caught
in the labyrinth
of my own undoing.
I cement into time.
Intimidation slapping me down
while I skip along the edge of the moon
oblivious to fear’s razor sharp blade
jabbing every which way
indifferent to my pooling blood.

My stomach unravels to the
drip of my own blood.
Pulling on my intestinal ropes
for salvation.
I smack into myself,
again, and again, and again,
while fear burrows deeper still,
a guerilla warrior.

A hit and run, each time.
I petrify into wood
a fossil for viewing
prey for taking
nothing more and nothing less
and nothing of who I am
or want to be.

Jacquelyn Gail

Photo by VC Ferry

© 2010