Issue 14 • 2011



3 Hoop Cores


by Travis Macdonald







Yo-ho-ho!  Mustiest, eager fragrancy won.  Make out on hot famed young-eyed talent.  Randiest injury overacts now.  Sweet, songlike acrimony.  Huge, spouting hilarity pulsates. 

















This year, you change gears from work to amusement.  You have a tendency to let go and want to join your friends.  Networking comes easily.  Sagittarius helps you lighten up.












Bucktooth if toothsomely aging favorite?  Nah…Gun-toting wit.  Sweetly vehement, a renowned septic preens.  Sixty-nine thrashes outlasted.  Hot scenes.  O how the inbreeding hooliganizes! 

















You might be looking at the cost of recent developments with new eyes.  Listen to your sixth sense and realize what is going on behind the scenes.  Tonight: hang out with a favorite person.












Heed the erudite vanity clown and own your own worthy, if erroneous, opinions.  OK, dynamite!  Now rout your tasty, if thieving, cow exhaust haze on hateful ghetto safety gloom. 

















Zero in on what you want.  You can only do something with the help of a key friend.  Revise your vision of what you want.  Use extreme care with your funds.  Tonight: Don’t go too late.












Travis Macdonald is the author of The O Mission Repo (Fact-Simile Editions, 2008), N7ostradamus (BlazeVox, 2010) and Bashō’s Phonebook (E·ratio Editions, 2010).  His poetry and prose have appeared in 580 Split, Bombay Gin, Jacket and in Little Red Leaves.  A graduate of The Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics, he is currently residing in Philadelphia, PA.