Red Lightbulbs 9th Edition – Poems
They say it is irregularly published. Red Lightbulbs keeps up its habit of randomly dropping in whenever it feels like it. What better time to celebrate the season of giving then with three huge helpings of the altest of the lit? Hundreds, literally hundreds of writers have found space within this delightful little magazine. After an extraordinarily long wait (due to the need to change a light bulb) Red Lightbulbs is back and better than ever!
Kathleen Rooney and Elisa Gabbert know diet coke tastes best with floating moths. Moths are big into diet sodas, particularly that refreshing taste that’ll never let them down again. The distance peels the love apart. Love got stuck from the hot heat on the outside. They are on the outside looking in but they can’t see through it. A sensibility is all they ask. Brands are the new sensibility. Sensibility has to be a brand. That’s the internet way. Cupcakes are their masters. They are fucked up in the head.
Benjamin Clark and Colin Winnette climb into a cupboard together. This is innuendo for sleeping together. That’s what all the kids are doing together. Either that or they are stealing cookies. Both scenarios are likely. Forts are created despite a lack of conflict. Kids argue about the darnedest things just like adults.
Matt Margo and Keith Higginbothem see with their eyes. Despite the instructions not to gaze they do. Everything is doomed. Visuals are ruined. One of them drops the rhino. The rhino is heavier than the beat. Trees are harvested from the sun. The sun’s rays can build happiness.
Amanda Huckins and Paul Hanson Clark funnel words into their mouths. This is called learning. People do it all the time. Punches are thrown at death through walls. This is called being drunk. Surpluses of goop can be exported to goopless countries. Economics works this way. Neither one of them is willing to give a fuck for anything. Many choose not to give fucks after the world gave them too many fuck you’s. One of them wants $200 but they haven’t passed ‘GO’ yet. So such redistribution of wealth is akin to socialism.
Bali Jail is given stuff by sloths. Bali is seriously cool. Dads help give the poem structure. That’s just what dads are for, to help children and poems grow up. Sex makes up a large part of life. Here Bali wants a million dollars, wants to see what is under the cowboy hat. Is it a million dollars? There is only one way to figure it out.
Theron Jacobs and Matthew Baker Thompson sell a dad. Dads dislike being sold to into other families. All dads want is a little respect. Foolishly these two goofballs translate the dad into German. Poor dad gets his caboose cooked. Both of them clearly enjoy a little dad in the morning. So does their mom who is a brick house. Candy dads are yummy. Supplies are limited. Everybody wants a piece of dad: family, friends, work, etc. Holes are made for the dads of America. They are called ‘Man Caves’. In Man Caves dads watch TV and do nothing. Various puns come up to make light of the hard dad work.
Heiko Julien and obscureskies explain the master calzone. Those unaware of calzones have been missing out. Calzones are delicious food for the whole family. Ideally it should be for one person but whatever; this is a deep ass recession. At least the beards cover the faces. Hiding shame is easier with a beard.
Jessica Bixel and Anna Rose Welch interrupt the woods. Nature tries to have something to say. It depends on the season. During the winter it is easy to hear the woods. Over spring and summer in full bloom the gaudy colors can overwhelm. Trains whisper to the woods for they are in love with the idea of non-progress.
Howie Good and Cynthia Gray have their hands silence phones. This is known as ‘on vibrate’. A TV glows brightly showing places from the future from far away. Poor sidewalk is sad. One foot after the other hits the sidewalk destroying its fragile self-esteem. Already cracks in the sidewalk’s façade are evident, brought on by Mother Nature’s deep roots. Weary dictators know they know the location. GPS gave it to them. All they do now is waiting.
RL Goldberg and Jonas Q explain high art through the gaze of loving pornography. Life is funny that way. One moment is it art the next pornography. All art is pornography anyway bringing joy to good girls and boys. Here three men caress a special someone with an ankle tattoo. They can see down her throat. She looks eager anticipating something very truly grand.
Chris Emslie and Gregory Sherl state what a good time it is to ask about the future. The future is now. Every new moment is a little glimpse of future. Of course the future is only interesting on occasion. In general the future consists of mundane repetitive tasks with the monotony broken up with random jolts. Hearts are meant to be chewed.
Wendy Xu and Leora Friedman state it is easy to teach. They’d say that, they are finishing up the poetry section. Human throats make bad cups and glasses. Yes one can drink from a throat but it is a little perverse. One becomes more wire, less nod. Little sections of themselves are fenced in and made disagreeable because of the wire.
Although the poetry section has ended that doesn’t much the whole thing ends. Red Lightbulbs is known for their multi-faceted red approach. Hence the next section, of short stories, is a section full of cautionary tales. For alt lit is full of caution.