Empty Mirror: Beat Generation, Arts & Literary Magazine

Six collages by Adrian Jugaru

Bombs Away Mic

Not a Plain Plane

Hush Now Little Baby

Highway

Folie à deux

Drink Me Sober ...{read more}

What to Wake Up For

It lifts me from sleep, from hot wind dream A mute sun in the never winter morning A thought – someone anywhere, you, may read this ...{read more}

The City as Metaphor

Artist’s Statement: I have not yet exhausted the possibilities hiding in the cities of my imagination. Perspective, figures moving among the buildings, in the windows, the creation of space; it is an exciting environment. ...{read more}

WHAT THE LOWER MIND DISCERNS

Computer music from within …matched in its expressive rhythm by the rattling tin! One of the coolest days in July helps the feelings on toward Autumn’s endless sky and leaf and breeze come soon

…a witch of a morning moments before August! ...{read more}

Revenge of the Imagist Socialist Poetry

We are the revenge of all oppressed, despised, ignored, exploited, beaten, insulted, neglected, abused, molested humans in the world as being fighters for their rights with our poems and essays. ...{read more}

Pagan Days

Prayers are face down and descend in stoic gloom …what goes up is methane and all of the other various fume and gas which punctuate a tired pain made of a planets sheer exhaust while glaciers cause the plants to bloom like ice cubes melting in a glass near the bed where I lie down

…a victim!, and a ghoulish clown. ...{read more}