Procrastination Leads to Cooking
by Adam Lee
Colander glints warily,
hot noodles breath a sigh of relief.
The grimy knobs of my range reflect the
hot spattering of oil.
A few garlic cloves,
the last bastions in my
igloo-like fridge.
Scrolling through the recipe
in my mind;
black bean sauce
and some chicken broth.
After steaming, finally…
I taste.
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Untitled
by Alexis
I live in an igloo and I ride a fixed gear,
Wouldn’t you like to know how I roll.
The answer is simple I live by the scroll
Some question my faith,
But my bastion is solid as ice
Oh shit fire is seeping through my colander
I’m reaching for the knob
The control key is lost
It is all melting.
Tersely
Against the parchment
Maybe I need a new ride.
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The Great Screen Scrape
by Adam
I click on the subjects of the emails until the screen is long
then I grab the contracted little knob on the scroll bar and scroll
past jungles and deserts and other landforms
scrolling to Antarctica and a flock of huddled penguins
scrolling to Greenland and an igloo village
the scroll bar jogs the length of the great wall of China
the bastion of distance become transparent as a colander
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Untitled
by Carla
bobble bobble bastion blunder
colander coil and igloo bubble
add three knobs of newt, two possum teats
and a scroll that says something stupid
the end
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- Whistler’s Mother -
by Erika
Hold the hag’s hair back
as she spurts into the colander and it seeps out the cracks.
Beat the bastion of hot men
holdings scrolls rolled into cylinders, burned black.
Turn the slick knob
with a sodden hand,
wipe the gristle on the wall,
next to the igloo plaque.
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Common household objects
by Evelyn
I scroll down.
There’s more advice:
make an igloo
with an upside-down colander!
A knob
does make a closed door
believable!
There’s a bastion
in the common.
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Some Places Get So Cold That Your Tears Freeze Before They Leave Their Ducts
by Stephanie
The knob had popped off the dresser that day
and rolled around and around the floor of the igloo.
Gurgling and lonesome against the dirt in the fluorescent cool.
A day that was dainty and strange — elastic and dull.
Two of the girls slipped through the holes in the colander,
while their father sat on a pile of pelts in his bastion
scrolling through pages and pages of eBay feedback.