The Best Poetry Books

walking via Korry B freeimages.com/profile/korry_b

Sometimes when I walk I think of verses. And most times they vanish without trail. But there are days where I don’t let them go. I recite them out loud to myself constantly as asking them not to leave that everything is fine, that I can nourish them into a beautiful, well… at least meaningful […]

Two new poems by Jack Leaf Willetts

Bukowski - Neal Cassady

Letter to Charles Bukowski No I don’t want to be a goddamn writer for the most part I wish I were a carpenter or a mechanic I wish I had a skill that folks could use I wish I had a job that paid the bills I wish I did something that folks might appreciate […]

5 Poems by Gloria Avner

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YOKO AND THE NAKED BOTTOMS I was recruited by a friend in London 1967 a publisher of first edition American poetry a friend of Tony’s her husband (before John) to be in Yoko Ono’s movie she needed asses battalions of bare buttocks the camera would focus on the juncture where thighs cheek bottoms and ass […]

Seven paintings by Katherine Jeanne Wood

5 O'Clock Shadow by Katherine Jeanne Wood

All the Notes of the World Symphony

Mt. Baker, Washington

I am a red Laz boat cruising on the mountains of Kurdistan where my Kurd and Turk brothers are burning by falling on the ground syllable by syllable None of the requiems is able to express the pain of the stone-throwing Kurdish children raped in the hell prisons of Fascist-Kemalism I picked up Armenian roses […]

Six collages by Adrian Jugaru

Hush Now Little Baby (detail) - Adrian Jugaru

What to Wake Up For

digital collage - D Enck

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

Farmers, Queens, Trains and Clowns

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With each step floor boards sing out of tune, mice dance in walls, spiders spin webs as the sun sifts through broken blinds, glassless remnants of windows. Spindle less banister leads lurching steps to an attic that no longer contains family treasures, bats hang from the rafters. Wind whistles through joists as the house wobbles […]

The City as Metaphor

New Moon (detail) - Ricker Winsor

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. And because we all are so familiar with these scenes, these buildings, I can take liberties and we still know, more […]

WHAT THE LOWER MIND DISCERNS

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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! …with classical computer lullaby nearby that porch and screen waiting for the haunting […]