Poetry
Taste
by
Raul Gallardo
Erotic dreams taste salty
Sadness tastes like tequila without the lime
Laughter tastes like a cold beer.
Hate tastes like a warm coke or a champagne and tacos hugover.
Love tastes like a milkshake with chocolate chip cookie and vanilla ice cream with chunks of cookie dough.
American women taste like hamburger and fries.
Ignorance tastes like vodka with orange juice.
Humiliation tastes like chewing rotten tobacco.
Cowardice tastes like vinegar
Depression tastes like Tostitos without the dip. Anger tastes like drinking black ink.
Poetry for Night
by
Raul Gallardo
Fiction and Non Fiction
You can read at any time
Poetry is reserved for the
Night
If I don’t wake up tomorrow
Let a poem by my last thought
A poem never gives you nightmares
Words protect me
When I wake up
I think about the poems
Waiting for me
The sun is their
Worst enemy
In this Month's Issue
April 2008Fiction
- Boy This is Fun
by Greg Freier
- Details
by Jenette Lebel
Poetry
- Thoughts Of & In Solitude
by Tholana Ashok Chakravarthy
- Coffee Drinkers Paradise
by Travis Desilva
- Taste & Poetry for Night
by Raul Gallardo
- Silk Lined Box
by David Flynn
- You Move & When
by John Robinson
Non Fiction
- Writing as a Job Interview
by Samantha Viles
Art:
- No Post
Music:
- Inside
by Noah Lee
- Writing as a Job Interview