Mind Sprocket Magazine

The Crossroads

Christopher Hoitash — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 05:24:53 +0000

This is different. Hello, my name is Fred. And the last thing I remember is getting hit by a car.

You’re Heaven, Not Its Gold

Andrew Calis — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 15:55:39 +0000

For Beauty ought with beauty live, And Beauty is God’s home. And to the pure the purest give The purest place to roam.

The Pack

Andrew Calis — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 15:54:02 +0000

I burn with the same carnal, carnivorous passions, The polygamy of the untamed

This is My Heaven

Andrea MacEachern — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 14:36:49 +0000

I know what heaven looks like in all four seasons. I know what it looks like in the summer. I know what heaven looks like in the fall. This is my heaven.

Dancing Out of Time

Charlene Baldridge — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 14:27:08 +0000

The young man who owns Café Zia dances with a mop. He is curious about my ear cuff. Guess he's never seen an old woman wearing a lover on her ear.

Defiance

Sean Barr — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 00:14:40 +0000

The spring wind in Carlisle is a poisoned heat— the vile sting of Zephyrus’ noxious kisses rage street

The Man Who Didn’t Need Mothering

Charlene Baldridge — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 00:14:33 +0000

From the time you spat the nipple out and walked, you were never mine. I wish now I hadn’t thrown that tacky World’s Greatest Mother plate against the wall

I Would Be

Emily Anderson — Wed, 28 May 2008 13:24:44 +0000

I would be the snow if it meant I could cling to you, melt on your warm skin, bring a flush to your cheeks, and then disappear.

A Woman Kneeling

Jeremy Kiskadden — Wed, 28 May 2008 13:24:43 +0000

Once there were no such things as cathedrals.

Weird Fishes

Corbin Parker — Wed, 28 May 2008 13:24:40 +0000

Daniel Williamson cannot sleep without falling into his vivid and dangerous dreams. I hope you haven’t been taking too much Scripotophypro.