Thirdeye Magazine » Literature http://www.thirdeyemag.com Using Creativity to Build Better Communities Sat, 24 Jul 2010 20:03:36 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 en hourly 1 Soulless http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/soulless/ http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/soulless/#comments Sat, 24 Jul 2010 20:03:36 +0000 Ramla Alethea http://www.thirdeyemag.com/?p=292 A life lived on the bleeding edge Fragmented phantasms of failed attempts At breaking out At playing the escape artist]]> http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/soulless/feed/ 0 The End of Unhappiness and Tears http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/the-end-of-unhappiness-and-tears/ http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/the-end-of-unhappiness-and-tears/#comments Sun, 20 Sep 2009 22:59:36 +0000 Trent Reker http://www.thirdeyemag.com/?p=241 the end of the soulless the end of the corporate end of the bureaucratic time bomb death by waking every day to do it again the end of lawsuit threats of accusations]]> http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/the-end-of-unhappiness-and-tears/feed/ 0 Of Beggars and Kings http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/of-beggars-and-kings/ http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/of-beggars-and-kings/#comments Tue, 22 Apr 2008 20:22:11 +0000 Dade Cariaga http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/of-beggers-and-kings/ I remember getting out of the van, seeing the Red Fort over there, across that muddy moat with the little trickle of muddy water meandering in the muddy streambed. The Red Fort looked like some sandcastle that thousands of little sunbathers, sometime, way back in the long dream of this timeless land, had dug out of the river basin, with thousands of little sand shovels and sand pails. And time and the sun had hardened it, compacted it, made it dense and strong. ]]> http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/of-beggars-and-kings/feed/ 1 So long ago. No time at all. http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/so-long-ago-no-time-at-all/ http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/so-long-ago-no-time-at-all/#comments Mon, 21 Jan 2008 19:08:48 +0000 JM Tohline http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/so-long-ago-no-time-at-all/ Esau held onto the guardrail. Leaned out into empty space. The frozen lake beneath him. How far down? The ice made his fingers slip. He leaned out further. How far? Far enough. [...]]]> http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/so-long-ago-no-time-at-all/feed/ 6 Monkey Don’t http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/monkey-dont/ http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/monkey-dont/#comments Sun, 09 Dec 2007 21:12:18 +0000 David Blaine http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/monkey-dont/ The quadrennial quandary, choosing between the lesser of two lechers as they bisect bilateral boundaries, splitting atoms and Adams, exporting Middle America in the making of little Americas. [...]]]> http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/monkey-dont/feed/ 1 A Toast to Modern Beauty http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/a-toast-to-modern-beauty/ http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/a-toast-to-modern-beauty/#comments Tue, 04 Sep 2007 06:40:53 +0000 Rachael St. John http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/a-toast-to-modern-beauty/ Lies, Deceit, Shame in defeat Trading lives for moments of glory One by one the morals diminish Eating themselves alive Intimidated by the impending doom. The human race is left with Only pieces of its broken word and The horrors that penetrated the useless defenses Because nobody was valiant enough to Believe in the darkness, in the cold [...]]]> http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/a-toast-to-modern-beauty/feed/ 1 Week of the Steeple http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/week-of-the-steeple/ http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/week-of-the-steeple/#comments Tue, 04 Sep 2007 00:45:52 +0000 Seth Bernard http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/week-of-the-steeple/ Once a week, Quinn walks up the hill to visit Arbelia. He brings her chocolate bars and inquiries. Quinn is 25 years old. Born in a big room in a small town, brought round the states, ‘sbeen soaking it up and wringing it out. Arbelia is 80 years old. A poet, shaman, songwriter, biker, gardener, mother and grandmother, she has been incarcerated for 25 years. Quinn has been learning to sail. Arbelia has been painting landscapes.
It has occurred to me that I might be able to get in there as an outsider and unify and belong but to not stop belonging to anything, everything and nothing.
They were introduced by a mutual friend and have been visiting for a year and a half or so. They have created a cushion of mutual respect. A true place to start to speak from. They've been calling it traveling. With work and play and wordplay long the way. So once a week, Quinn heads down to the prison for a brief and precious visitation and he and Arbelia hit the road together.]]> http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/week-of-the-steeple/feed/ 0 To Know it Young http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/to-know-it-young/ http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/to-know-it-young/#comments Mon, 03 Sep 2007 16:58:40 +0000 Derrick Mund http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/to-know-it-young/ Rusted globs roll boorishly from the roof, collect, glimmer, and fall seven flights to pulse squandered rhythm onto the alley. But oh, to know it young like a Beat ideal. To speak in the loosened voice of nowhere glances. To say, “Typhoon with nothing short of screams for all this beautiful young life that drowns in cirrhosis like cheap wine.” [...]]]> http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/to-know-it-young/feed/ 0 The Red, White, and Blue http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/the-red-white-and-blue/ http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/the-red-white-and-blue/#comments Wed, 04 Jul 2007 20:35:36 +0000 Melissa Dey Hasbrook http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/the-red-white-and-blue/ In the U.S.A., we ignore our reflection on the TV screen while we grit thirty minutes of sound bites each night, Scraps of stories served between drug ads from a buffet of Rx’s to help us EAT SLEEP SHIT PISS [...]]]> http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/the-red-white-and-blue/feed/ 0 Home Sweet Home http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/home_sweet_home/ http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/home_sweet_home/#comments Wed, 04 Jul 2007 19:27:24 +0000 Ramla Alethea http://www.thirdeyemag.com/wordpress/2007/07/04/home_sweet_home/ Taking a swig of rum, Don revels in technological triumph. He calls it the Eagle’s Nest. Outfitted with state-of-the-art surveillance technology, from this central location he’s able to monitor every nook and cranny of his coveted 10,000 square feet and surrounding 200 acres. He had dropped a cool $500,000 on a high-end Knight Security system – complete with biometric checkpoints (iris, voice, thumbprint scanning), pressure mats, driveway and seismic sensors, wireless night-vision cameras, window screens that scream when cut, and a dozen[…] ]]> http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/fiction/home_sweet_home/feed/ 1