The Show Tell Project

For Seymour's Fat Lady

Tag: our moments

The Mean Scars of Summer

by fyarlgiles


 our bruised and battered sky



in scars

from the passionate strikes of 

a relentless summer heat.


is all that remains of a day

too cruel to be unseen.

“Marked” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: “Brain Ticket” by Richard Vergez

The Cure

by fyarlgiles


days after

that faint burn

of  pleasant Green swirls into

her lungs–

She is chilled by

a blood-tangled emptiness

That pulls her

into lost weeks

where she is

a crumpled lump


in her own foul water

“Nothing Stays Away” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: “Triform” by Cassidy Rae Limbach

She’s Done

by fyarlgiles


I feel the dull but insistent teeth of your dinner fork

tugging at moth holes

in my sun dress

asking for me to be more bare

for you

more raw

for you

and so I let them needle away

until the threads are unknotted

and the cloth falls to the floor, and

I am

all that you want me to be

“Your Toy” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: “Sleep When You Die” by Kieran Sperring

Art Heap: Point and Shoot

by fyarlgiles


There’s Just no Privacy Anymore by Michael Hartford


Surveillance by Tyler Hewitt


Exposed Film on Fire by Rebecca Roe


American Gun by Jesse Drexler


Circle Heads 2 by Steven Quinn

Cry of the Wicked

by fyarlgiles


Folded up

in this wrath that

flows like

a river from my lonely gut,

is a purple wound–


that cries and cowers with your children,

pleading for the pain

to die.

“In Me” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: “She” by Steven Quinn

Not Stand-up Comedy: Louis C.K.’s “Hello There”

by fyarlgiles


“Hello There” starring Ron Lynch, is The first in a series of surrealist shorts C.K. made for Howie Mandel’s Showtime sketch comedy show. I saw it when I was a friendless  junior high school student and  had no idea where it came from, or how I might ever find it again, but I loved it. And I never forgot it.


14 years later, following a 4-day netflix marathon of Louie,  I embarked on a brief but ravenous search for all things Louis C.K.  and there it was.  To this day, it  is my favorite of all his short films.


At 1:12, you can catch a young Louis walking by in a sweater and a pair of sunglasses. ENJOY!

“Hello There”

A Short Film by Louis C.K.

(Taken from Splitsider)

Pleasantly Objectified

by fyarlgiles


 You see

her apricot shoulders

dressed with auburn wisps

that —drift—- drift

like feathers into the clouds above.

Hovering over your

hungry stares,


she parts her plum, puckered lips

to free a stirring sigh

that breaks your body

and blurs your mind.


is the most heavenly dessert

you will never


“The Voyeurs” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Alicia Ortiz

The Grim

by fyarlgiles


A necrotized

claw has sprouted from the

neck of my favorite lace gown.

At first, it was a pool

of strawberry syrup

as bright and red

as a freshly skinned knee–

And then,

under the hanging tangerine fog of a Sunday afternoon,

it melted upward

into a


sickled flower

of bloodless quiet

anticipating its reflection

in me.

“The Grim” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Sarah Cruce

Lit Mash: The Grasp

by fyarlgiles


Anxiety is love’s greatest killer.

It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you;

you want to save him,

but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

-Anais Nin

Artwork by Daria H




Eye am Abundant

by fyarlgiles


“Eye Spy” by Steven Quinn