BOB KAUFMAN poet of ecstatic litany Bob Kaufman’s poetry of jazz echoes Bob Kaufman is a traveler of deep space Bob Kaufman is a holder of many sorrows Bob Kaufman in syncopated dream chanter … [Read more...]
Poetry Archive
Magic – Amy Fusselman
My daughter likes to pick up scraps from the floor of the art room at her school. She brought home a brown puff ball she had tied to a leash of blue ribbon. “Look, I made this,” she announced, … [Read more...]
Allen Ginsberg’s Typewriter and 2 more poems by Jim Bennett
Allen Ginsberg's typewriter I bought Allen Ginsberg's portable Olivetti typewriter from a pawnshop in Liverpool where he had left it on an Autumn day in 1965 (I had to pay a bit extra for … [Read more...]
Blue Heart Jazz: Paintings by Rachel Davis and Poems by Sam Silva
MIDNIGHT CALLS A POEM Midnight calls a poem for empty prayers or empty praise and now I am alone in the shell of the dark after that bored terror of the days ...and soon I will be a bird, … [Read more...]
Trout Fishing: Richard Brautigan Poems by Alan Catlin
Richard Brautigan’s Trout Fishing in America Winter leaks from the cracked tar sealing around the carbon stained brick chimney forming puddles of sludge and ash along with the spilled hurricane … [Read more...]
Little Spells: Poems by Maya Jewell Zeller
Little Spell with Chest X-ray sweet girl made of dust & water/ please leave jewelry at home/ wear open, loose clothing/ this will not hurt a bit/ possibly we will ask you to don this gown/ you … [Read more...]
A poem by Azadeh Asahi
By my sweetheart's body, on the lands beyond the borders, a flower has grown. Every morning, my eyes water the enemy's garden. … [Read more...]
Poems by Krisztián Tóbiás, translated by Károly Sándor Pallai
The stigmata of the masons are bleeding sticking together the bricks as a sacrifice is required a blood sacrifice to keep the walls from tumbling down and from striking them dead blinking … [Read more...]
In Jay DeFeo ‘s Voice: Six Poems by Beth Spencer
The following poems are written in the voice of Bay Area artist Jay DeFeo (1929-89), most famous for her huge painting THE ROSE but whose works included sculptures, jewelry, photography and many … [Read more...]
Poems by Jeff Bagato
A lost message of kings electrical lines choke the sky— a buzz of power thrusting wind aside, we hear words only in … [Read more...]
Five poems on the Beat Generation
Jan Kerouac Baby Driver "Looking for adventure in whatever comes my way I was a true nature's child Born to be wild-----" Steppenwolf Dreams of Hawaiian island paradise home ends up in a … [Read more...]
Three poems by John T. Trigonis
Footprints You can never be truly naked with all that ink etched into your epidermis, living off and loving every once-clean inch of you. Footprints clawed into ivory sand-skin, silverfish … [Read more...]
Three Poems by Andrew Galan
Ventures in hidden corners The park is empty green the day a pretty blue cold she graces grey strapless tulle couture while floating Parc des Buttes Chaumont with 50 meters underfoot in … [Read more...]
Back Principles: Poems by Stephen Bett
Back Principles (1) : you have my back You have my back, will teach me buddhist principles for non-fretting If you have my back, nothing to fret about (non?) But seriously, even … [Read more...]
Two poems by Ojo Taiye
after sunset i am listing everything I know legwork becomes the popularity of the sun spelling your name backwards means going into a trance the sky is falling from my mouth and stars baking … [Read more...]
Six poems by Alfred K. LaMotte
ELECTION I voted. I voted for the rainbow. I voted for the cry of a loon. I voted for my grandfather's bones that feed beetles now. I voted for a singing brook that sparkles under a … [Read more...]
Three poems by Nate Maxson
The New Year The cinema show behind us rages like a storm to static Silhouettes for the voyeurs, flashing documentation of bruises shaped like butterflies Sown to shadow and the ticking of … [Read more...]
Six Poems by Károly Fellinger, translated by Károly Sándor Pallai
MAGNIFYING The period during which God is still able to undo the creation is an average life expectancy. As the average age increases year by year, it’s all the more obvious that God becomes … [Read more...]
eye the beholder
“eye the beholder” is a mixed media digitally manipulated project that presents visual experiences through layering. The layered pieces are composed of both opaques and transparencies, colours, … [Read more...]
I am Born of Nobility
I am born of nobility, of noble parents, of the streets of Highbridge aged in the tract homes of Levittown. I am their son, they could have done better. I am of the nobility of kitchens and car … [Read more...]