Monthly Archives: May 2015

“The Laundroliner” by Virginie Colline

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Row of portholes

along the Laundromat’s wall

Soppy rainbows

spinning into the dryer

I’m getting seasick

aboard the Laundroliner


This has been “The Laundroliner” by Virginie Colline, with accompanying photography by JJ.Hawk, part of our Lost in Time series.

Virginie Colline lives and writes in Paris. Her poems have appeared in The Mainichi, Frogpond, Prune Juice, Frostwriting, Prick of the Spindle, Seltzer, Overpass Books, BRICKrhetoric, Yes, Poetry, Dagda Publishing, Silver Birch Press and StepAway Magazine, among others.

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Artist Spotlight: Andrew Wetmore

As part of our Lost in Time series, we present you with an Artist Spotlight on Andrew Wetmore. Andrew Wetmore is a poet and musician located in Anaheim, California. His work has appeared in City Brink, Pink Attic Review, and Vagabond City. Below you’ll find two of Andrew’s poems, very different in subject, but with similar detached yet anxious tones.

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“Eight” by Amber Nigro

I am a crude balloon.
A misshapen montage of this jokecalledlife
I float like a ghost passing through red wine
I float like mist passing over red ice
—insert punchline.

Come to my city and Iʼll show you a time
and let you taste the flesh
of the milkandhoney crime
while we watch the sapdrip from the prophetic minds
of 1000 halfpoets
with sties in their eyes.

But I can see the sun in the mirroredglass shine
the wood water tower and the steam from the street heat
the traffic jam shower and the carts of halal meat

the coalcolored nanny with white money in the pram
the new rich bluebloods with their daddies on the lam
the Babushka screeching with her headphones on
the slow roll of stoners on the Central Park lawn

the voodoo birdman with his featherfilled crown
the brown rainwater from the gutter to the ground
the 3 a.m. ferry filled with Staten Island stain
the flophead magician in the Bronx on the train

the crackhead peeling apple skin with her teeth
the 5 finger discount of the mallrat thief
the blond Brooklyn boys with their skintight jeans
the bold black beauties braiding hair up in Queens

the clearcut edges of Manhattan glass and stone
the slick city style of the uptown drone
the day old vomit and the rookie on the beat

and all my lost hours
passing through my feet.


This has been “Eight” by Amber Nigro, part of our Lost in Time series.

Amber Nigro lives on the border of Brooklyn and Queens, where she makes art stuff with pictures, words, and sounds. She earned her BA in Creative Writing from Hunter College and an MLS from Pratt Institute. She believes that the aesthetic term “Gesamtkunstwerk” can be applied to everyday life.

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