PARABELLUM In July enough rain to get the stream flowing in the other direction; but sufficient sunlight to raise the heads of drooping flowers seen through windows unwashed in all these … [Read more...]
Here to Learn: Remembering Paul Bowles by Mark Terrill
In the spring of 1982 I was working as a deck machinist on a cable-laying ship based out of Norfolk, Virginia. In a copy of the Village Voice that I’d picked up while on shore leave, I saw an … [Read more...]
4 poems by Mark Terrill
Ode to the Obvious A road untraveled like a fever unmeasured, the distance vaporizing in the heat of the moment; the representations are no longer visible. The world takes on a hue. … [Read more...]