Cut up by it, imagination Strangled by stripes of shame Painted poorly but purposefully by the kind of artist whose arrows are shot before they are aimed It burnt the blood from our dreams Smoke … [Read more...]
Poetry Archive
With All The Love I Know How: 6 poems by Wojciech
Patience i'm waiting for the president to ditch his suit and tie and give his speech in his underwear, looking down at his crotch instead of teleprompters i'm waiting for star'd generals to … [Read more...]
Things Happen and three other poems by Sam Silva
THINGS HAPPEN Thank God these days I sleep and dream! Things happen ...it is inevitable!, this angry wrangling of the nerves in a place that feels like Hell or a paranoid respite full of … [Read more...]
Five poems by Laura McPhee-Browne
YOU’LL SEE THE SIGN PAST THE RED MAILBOX. Time rusts away at anticipation and so few things stay the same when red dust covers your boots and you don’t know the face at the milkbar or the hands at … [Read more...]
3 poems by C. L. Carol
breathing calm mind, smooth tranquility glass surface quiet pond dare I disturb it with a stone? gentle thoughts ripple flow outward inward leap frog kamikaze francis, the suicidal … [Read more...]
Three pieces for Beat poets
1 For Eileen Myles (New Generation Beat) He licked his lips but not at me. I watched his eyes walk by, glazedly, hanging their thumbs on their belt loops oh so casual. We had only just … [Read more...]
5 Poems by Colin Dodds
(Spill-O’s Cold Afternoon) Unshaven in his apartment. Babbling about the infinite because his woman left him. Downstairs from the stars, Spill-O opened the window, and the voices poured … [Read more...]
2 poems for Easter (Video)
Here are two poems which were inspired by Easter. Oscar Wilde - "On Easter Day" Bernadette Mayer - "Eve of Easter" … [Read more...]
Poems from COUNTRY by Shelby Stephenson
Nin’s making ham-hock soup, feeding her hypomania: A.M. radio talking-heads rail for holiness on and on for keeping “Christ” in Christmas, the needles, I’m sure screaming eagles in the … [Read more...]
Remember When You Have A Son
remember when you have a son nothing is erased words get stamped upon the letters that will fall from his full grown mouth that the window he sits before is curtained by the canvas colored humming … [Read more...]
A Night in Spain
A Night in Spain Remember when we were in Spain? and we went to that little town? with the old monastery? and the good restaurant with the stew? and the Roman ruins? You loved me so much … [Read more...]
Six poems by A.D. Winans
Poem for ruth weiss she grooves with time day time, night time be bop jazz time dances with timeless time all rhythm no rhyme birds in flight flap their wings copulate with the wind a … [Read more...]
Dancing with Words
There are poets who like To dance with words Dance for favors and illusionary Poetry careers But dancing for an audience Isn’t like feeling the rhythm That rubs up against the soul Odetta, … [Read more...]
30 Years Between Letters, by Kirby Wright
30 Years Between Letters Words from an old flame Sunrise the past The time of immortality When the future Was not reduced But expansive as ocean At sunset Where you embraced In a … [Read more...]
3 poems by Jim Bennett
scenes 1 this poem is a movie man walking Dale Street in Liverpool three girls pass and turn their heads like they recognise him walk away giggling looking back one with hand over mouth … [Read more...]
3 poems from The Beauty of being Hated by Jack Leaf Willetts
Ode to Trailer Trash Trailer trash: who didn’t understand the endearment, the mock insult Trailer trash: who walks with no shoes through glass and beer and blood never cutting her … [Read more...]
We Are Jack Kerouac
Though not in the sense we were born in Lowell Mass or beat it out of there to get famous, though we gassed up and burned rubber in Lowell Mass and in other states and cities we hitched … [Read more...]
Long-Sleeve White Collared Shirt
Self Portrait To Ginsberg Don’t read into this, Allen. I just want to talk. I’m listening to Vietnam protest songs, meditating through my anxiety and my need for approval from … [Read more...]
Scaling the Scaffolding
Frida Khalo told Carrie Weems that while she painted from her bed Diego scaled the scaffolding and reached the heights of the world. So much more her life emerged a woman of her times, I … [Read more...]
David Gitin: 5 From San Francisco in the Sixties
Outstretched Arms pumice the bone smooth berry juice illusion of blood to cover loss belly of the moon we penetrate what Venus do we carve?herbs and drugs do not restoreterritories of … [Read more...]