"The Death of Superman" - Elsa Russo






"The Death of Superman" - Elsa Russo

I don’t drink as much anymore because Superman died

If you can believe it
We had a full conversation once
In which it was decided collectively that I should never try hallucinogens
Unless there is a trusted friend there to take care of me
He volunteered to be the trusted friend
But I was not so sure how much he could be trusted
Not that he wouldn’t take care of me
But pretty sure he wouldn’t resist the temptation to mess with me

I don’t drink as much anymore because Superman died

On a rare day when I could walk downtown
During a long bout of pain and painkillers
I told him I had taken four vicodin that day
What were my chances of surviving this whiskey?
He told me my chances were good
But he kept an eye on me

I don’t drink as much anymore because Superman died

It was at the end of that bout of pain
That I heard he hadn't survived
Took a long dive that he had done a hundred times before
But this time hit the ground
I felt stupid coming to my friends with good news
But they begged me for it
Anything to ignore the fact

That we don't drink as much anymore because Superman died

Because you see the problem with being friends with Superman
Is you forget that he’s actually a human
And while he has survived this before
There is no guarantee he will again
And I forgot that
And he forgot that
We all forgot that

I don’t drink as much anymore because Wyatt died

And I am sick to death of supermen


[art by elsa russo]

"Everyone steps in a bear trap" - David Noah




"Everyone steps in a bear trap" - David Noah

Everyone steps in a bear trap,
and wears it as an anklet, painful,
invisible to the eye, but making a clanking
nevertheless, and audible even when
we speak of the stars.
Everyone bears a crown, unseen,
a hat with a hole to the sky,
a bit of panache as the world goes by,
and the light falls in, even when
we speak of the dark.


(Self-portrait by David Noah)

Saturday DECEMBER 14: Celebrate the release of "Everything Mad with Love" by Athens author, artist, poet and photographer David Noah @ Normal Books, Prince Avenue in Normaltown.
"Everything Mad With Love" is a collection of street photographs taken in New York, Philadelphia, San Francisco, and Athens, GA. The photos are unconsciously made fables sprung in an instant from the spaces in our ordinary world. Circus artists, lovers in parks, mirrors in Times Square, cement dinosaurs, and tragic pedestrians all find a home in these images. David will hold a brief chat about his book and photography and then sign books.
David Noah has been a photographer for many years and lives with his wife in Winterville, GA. He has worked as a printer, an art teacher, and an academic. His work is often included in local juried exhibits such as the yearly shows at Lyndon House and OCAF.

"Her Rage" - Aralee Strange


"Her Rage" - Aralee Strange
If anybody can save this world she’s a woman
and is she pissed
pre-fabricated domesticated deformed and suppressed
underdressed depressed obsessed with herself
seduced made ashamed and treacherous
made less.
She will raise her voice in hallelujiah!
she will raise her eyes and equal to
she will raise her fists if she needs to
she will know how.
And she will ask:
How if we waste the children who will lead us
shall we endure?
Why must they atone for the sins of the fathers
who sacrifice to their false gods all life
for the sake of pride and poor judgement
for who owns what
who own nothing
who know nothing
who would have us murder and destroy
them and how many of us
to save face
to prove whose god is great
who owns the night
whose mighty fist is biggest?
And she will say:
Let my will be done
for a change
my ways my means
my benevolence my praise
my rage
my rage.

Aralee Strange was the founder and guiding light of Word of Mouth. The first open mic was held upstairs at the Globe on December 2, 2009. Aralee, a poet and playwright, was born on December 5, 1943 in Macon, Georgia, from where at a young age she moved to Birmingham, Alabama. After living and working in Atlanta, Georgia, Cambridge, Massachusetts, and New York City, Aralee then settled for more than twenty years in Cincinnati, Ohio. In March 2007, she moved to Athens, Georgia, and lived there until her passing on June 15, 2013.
THE ROAD ITSELF, the first collection of her work, was published in October 2018 by Dos Madres Press in Cincinnati and is available here.
"The Road Itself rambles through a singular poet’s life and distills the world through her unflinching gaze; its author taking her own measure and the world’s without romantic filters. A 2 a.m. prophet, Strange declares to America, the mean and beautiful, I am an alarm clock / and I am ringing. Even so, there is the medicine of dirt and train song; there is the bandoneon and the saxophone; there is Strange, inviting you, step into the center / shall we dance?” In her life, Aralee drew a circle wherever she lit and pulled in poets from every which way." - Michelle Castleberry 

[Photo of Aralee by Bob Brussack]