Breadcrumb #96
D.C. WILTSHIRE
. I know Vancouver. I know how
to have a passport
qua marriage license; I know
the islets from the sky,
descending in sharp gray
to a land of indigenous masks
and rock-filled beach. I know
the stretched scope of UBC
at the tip of English Bay, the totem face
that gapes at thick midday clouds,
pregnant with 10-minute showers.
I know the marshland and the evergreens,
the nightlights of distant ski slopes,
the backbone ridge of near mountain peaks
where Nature views aloft with serene and
pleasant, magnanimous gaze, allowing us
a brief dip in pacific wading pools.
I have no prose for her,
none that wouldn’t disappoint.
Breadcrumb #95
RYAN EVANS
up the cracked steps yet again
to the house I know so well
so well I know to knock before walking in
and wipe my shoes then take them off
cross the little living room with pictures
turned away from the room on the mantle
pictures reversed retched into my mind
that same old woven cane chair with one
leg a quarter inch short in the middle of the room
so when I sit in it and pick up that book I’ve read
a thousand times on sleepless nights with
the living room clock keeping time
the chair tips back and to the left
just slightly
so it is impossible to settle in
reading the same words pried from my mind
set on the page for me to read
again and again
staring into the eyes of the pictures
or at the words
looking through me
again I’ve walked into a room of my own making
sat in the familiar furniture unsteady
Breadcrumb #94
BRITTANY DIGIACOMO
The entire city must be well fed
fast asleep on foot with eyes open
or listening to a drum beat from mars,
or living in an imaginary town where
“I” is in too frequent of use,
or maybe their silk is so fine
they think it turned them invisible —
even from behind the wheel.
The thing is
at times, I forget who I am
and that’s because you make me want to
whack my shoulder into yours while passing,
or dive through an open door that closes in your face,
or smash my car into the rear of yours because
you cut me off and I had to swerve into the other lane.
Really, though, I’d like to
crack courtesy over your head with a sledgehammer.
The thing is,
I don’t want the insensitivity of your ill- manner ways
to gnaw my skin into blisters that like your vulgarity
will ultimately become infectious.
It doesn’t take much
to train a beast:
skill and discipline,
reward and punishment,
at times multiple trainers.
Yet,
even the most feral animal can be taught to utilize sense
and social knack to exist among the human race.
Breadcrumb #93
STACY SKOLNIK
Hello
just simple looking
for someone to see on a regular
basis into building
some sort of friendship am black 5'9
am dtf you be the same and
please send pics with your reply and
serious I'm a white
male with lotsa fantasies
some lived out some never
to be. I'm lonely
and home early on Fri night
Would love to e-mail
or message with a woman whos
kinky herself. Just be 18+
and enjoy kinky e-mail exchanges
successful professional
experienced sadist behind
closed doors, looking for
a woman want a long-term
relationship based on pain and intense
punishment. Limits respected
of course. Any age, any
level of experience
considered, but no smoking
drug use, heavy alcohol
consumption or overweight. I'm
a perverted man and I love to make
virgin girls very nervous. I
like doung creepy things
to makr you feel
embarrassed and uncumfortable
I want you to feel nasty
and dirty when you go home
You will come back again fir more
You have needs too but
want to keep your virginity
You can go home feeling all the things
your feiends only told you about
and have ypur virginity in tact
I live alone in Tomkins Cove
but would be more than willing
to travel to meet you. I am hard
working, creative, sensitive
and dynamic. I have a good life
I am only missing a partner
in crime. I love animals and am
a good cook (bad news
for both of us) and I have pics
to trade and am for
real. Race and Size (I want to be
upfront about my size
I'm a big Guy) unimportan
Send an email and lets
start the Conversation