Monthly Archives: August 2010

Rose or Professional Wrestler? by Anthony Alvarado

Rose or Wrestler? by Anthony Alvarado 20 actual names of rose varieties (taken from a list of roses in the Portland Rose Garden) that would make really terrible names for professional wrestlers, mixed with 12 actual names of pro wrestlers. … Continue reading

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A perfect sky by Robert Basilisk

Axe Handle Collective is proud to present the work of  the N. Portland, Mexican-American poet Robert Basilisk, we will be posting a previously unpublished poem from his “chapbook in progress” The Eternal Jukebox of the Heart each Monday. Enjoy! Robert Basilisk … Continue reading

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what Jesus did – by Tom Blood

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exactly why there is a mountain – by Tom Blood

We are very pleased to bring you two new poems from Tom Blood. If you ever get the chance to hear Tom Blood read his poetry do not miss it. His book The Sky Position won the Oregon Book award … Continue reading

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When You Stop, They See by Maxwell Jameson

When You Stop, They See I enjoy driving the new parts home. We just talk. “Yeah, well, eventually we realized this guy’s lawyer had him in this dreamland—he thinks this tiny plot of parking lot is paved with gold or … Continue reading

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Presenting a collection of Poetry by Robert Basilisk

Axe Handle Collective is proud to present the work of  the N. Portland, Mexican-American poet Robert Basilisk, we will be posting a previously unpublished poem from his “chapbook in progress” The Eternal Jukebox of the Heart each Monday. Enjoy! Robert … Continue reading

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In our last days by Michael Porwoll

It happened on a day so hot the train rails turned to rubber and we bent them into rollercoasters. All of us stripped down into piles of round, fleshy B words—brown, especially, after spending our lives caramelizing under the sun— … Continue reading

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(Untitled) by Jenny Lovebeam

Lying at the bottom On her side In a barren cave Ribs pressing through flesh Into the rock floor below Curling in upon herself Seeking some warmth Vapors swirling and rising around Waiting to be born

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