A Compilation of April

A poem; my soul; a piece of my all, What I give to you upon these pages Is about the only thing that feels right; This life has made me nocturnal, you see Writing, well, it always feels like almost- Can you feel my heartbeat without your hands? I call myself a word artist; these […]

3/9/11

In memory of a fallen soldier. by Layah, Creative Director __________________________________________________________________________________________ Elijah: “I will speak that I will find relief.” “For there is a redemptive quality for an agitated mind in the spoken word, and a tormented soul find piece in confessing.” -Rabbi Joseph B. Soloveitchik *  *  * I had been eyeing a journal […]

The Whole World Rhymes With Shel Silverstein

by Layah, Creative Director __________________________________________________________________________________________ NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 4/2 – Richard Siken Tells Me We’ll Never Get Used To It, by Po, EIC 4/3 – William Carlos Williams: This Is Just To Say, by Layah, CD 4/4 – We Are All Writers On the Same Dreadful Typewriter as Allen Ginsberg, by Jenny, EE 4/5 – […]

Tell Me What Is, Tadeusz Rozewicz

by Layah, Creative Director __________________________________________________________________________________________ NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 4/2 – Richard Siken Tells Me We’ll Never Get Used To It, by Po, EIC 4/3 – William Carlos Williams: This Is Just To Say, by Layah, CD 4/4 – We Are All Writers On the Same Dreadful Typewriter as Allen Ginsberg, by Jenny, EE 4/5 – […]

Let’s Shake the Dust, Anis Mojgani

by Layah, Creative Director __________________________________________________________________________________________ NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 4/2 – Richard Siken Tells Me We’ll Never Get Used To It, by Po, EIC 4/3 – William Carlos Williams: This Is Just To Say, by Layah, CD 4/4 – We Are All Writers On the Same Dreadful Typewriter as Allen Ginsberg, by Jenny, EE 4/5 – Pablo Neruda […]

Photographic Memory

by Ender Waters, Contributor __________________________________________________________________________________________ And every time he sees her picture, all he can do is wonder while a dull ache overwhelms his insides and every little part of his life now fades to black and white while her red hair stands out in glorious color. Nothing more than a possibility, but the loss of […]

William Carlos Williams: This Is Just To Say

by Layah, Creative Director __________________________________________________________________________________________ NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 4/2 – Richard Siken Tells Me We’ll Never Get Used To It, by Po, EIC 4/3 – William Carlos Williams: This Is Just To Say, by Layah, CD To some kind of liberator: This is just to say That once I was polished, upholstered, and wreathed. This is […]

I May Not Know You, But You’re Listening: Issue 1.1 Editor’s Letter

Dear you, and me, and everyone: To have my eyes as my audience means my heart is tattooed across this page. That these black letters on white screen are more innocent, more elusive than full. What I mean is, they are more mine than they are yours. They only belong to me. What I mean […]

SOME THINGS ABOUT US

LANDFILLS is a grassroots literary, arts and culture online collective based in Chicago. All work is original, except the featured images that accompany text posts (which are blatantly stolen from tumblr.com). Complaints should be directed to Po via Twitter.