BYRON CONVEY
AUSTRALIA
CHAVES
JAGUARIUNA, SPAIN
JOSH BOTTOS
ALBUQUERQUE, NM
THE
CANNIBAL
by Chat Coats
Welcome to
my playhouse, a
steel slab is my
domain of pain,
not conscious of
my efforts, on your
body I cut and
maim, becoming
quite messy now, I
cut my way within,
your vital organs JASON SEARC
extract without a
grin, displaying your SPRINGFIELD MO
ghastly innards upon
the walls in which I dwell, you slowly regain
consciousness due to the putrid smell, gazing on
the walls you see the trophies I have made,
your body stiff with fear I sense that you've
become afraid, I comfort you with morbid
thoughts of pain and gross despair, I strap you
in and raise your head to shave off all your hair,
you sense the task I beckon but soon you will not
feel a trace, amusement greets me heavily as I
watch your weary face, top now bald I draw the
line upon your twitching head, once I begin
there is no turning back you soon will join the
dead, digging in I see with pride your brain's
what I desire, peeling away your slimy flesh I toss
into the fire, incision complete I grab the tool
that will finish this gruesome chore, I pop the
lid and gaze within your brains I do crave more,
stomach full I drop my fork and clean up what
I've done, floor all swept and tables clean it's
been a lot of fun, out the door I hurry now, so not
to show my face, victims never ending, depop
ulation: human race.
WHY by Bryan T. Browder
"Why do you skate?" she asked again, offer-
ing me the pipe.
I looked at her, the sweet smoke of herb
drifting in and out between us, and realized
that never before had I ever been asked that par-
ticular question. Her eyes, deep green glassy
and three-quarters open, were hopeful as she
waited for me to respond. They were the eyes of
a dreaming child waiting for a profound answer
to why the sky was blue.
And therein lay my entire confusion. The sim-
ple word "why."
LUDOVIC DESPOND.
TUMWATER, WA
I don't skate to be cool, for my ego is
not large enough to hold care
about such a pitiful concept.
I don't skate to be different
from my peers, for the only
important peers I have also
skate. Nor do I skate for exer-
cise, for I am blessed naturally
thin and seemingly devoid of the
ability to gain excess weight
despite all of food I consume.
Then what could it be? Possible
fame and money? No. Girls? No.
Women? Still, No. Some Freudian
thing about wanting to please both
of my parents through the use of
something commonly referred to
as a "deck?" Most assuredly no.
What then if nothing else?
I reached for the pipe and passed it
along, without hesitation.
I looked almost through her eyes and
replied, deeply, "I skate to get high."
NEAL EGGE
SOLDOTNA, AK
SKATER WITH CHICK
GAINESVILLE, FL