Dedicated to you... I was born to loop my balmy dreams to your bleeding verses born to shout your childhood fads lost in a mute hell in front of everybody I am the delicous revenge of all … [Read more...]
The End of the World Through a Fish Bowl
In summer time I am an air conditioned icicle ...in winter, the steam which haunts the house. I will not go into the grocery store with you Rachel ...I will ride along in the car and be a … [Read more...]
3 poems by Dennis Mahagin
Doc Williams’ 12-Step Blues so much, depending on a frayed flannel shirt with sleeves whacked off, burn marks, buttoned lopsided, sending prayers and good thoughts over the AA … [Read more...]
6 short poems by Sparrow
Shrug I shrug when I'd rather scream. Overheard on the Subway "Bedbugs make me horny." Car A lone car on Route 28 at 5:22 AM – leaving the night shift? Rushing to … [Read more...]
Present Consumption – a poem by Eileen Tull
The time of now is the present of madness Quoted everyone who ever lived in a time. The walls of today are streaked, obfuscated windows and dog doors nailed shut. The foundation of now’s house is … [Read more...]
Free Speech Cantos – Michael Ceraolo
Free Speech Canto XXVI Banned in Boston constitutes an epic of censorship A few excerpts from that epic: A private morality police was formed (giving away its religious base with the … [Read more...]
Charles Reznikoff’s “During the Second World War…” as Objectivist Ars Poetica
This essay is dedicated to Charles Bernstein A poem I keep coming back to again and again is Charles Reznikoff’s “During the Second World War, I Was Going Home One Night,”1 first published in … [Read more...]
6 poems by Bradford Middleton
BORED AND ALONE This life of mine has become trapped In the lacklustre slow lane of a side road Labelled no turning back from here With no sign of hope or salvation out On the horizon of life … [Read more...]
Poems from Matt Hill’s Pellucid Inferno
High End Dirt The place had all the looks of Defeat, the faded Idols of the Marketplace having absconded to parts unknown, the place now littered with mid-age outliers amidst the wreckage of rust, … [Read more...]
Three poems by P R Kargaard
False Bay, San Juan Island In the autumn morning, the high thirds of the trees I know have vanished. Obscured by a sleepy fog. It is a way of being in pearl which seeps like a surface … [Read more...]
For the Woman Who Keeps My Forever
We struggle to appear as golden embers gone beyond days of the christchild drawing near when we get old...winter nights and brittle cold drowsy days and melting ice Februaries' left over … [Read more...]
Ginsberg and Lowell
the alignment of planets parents and the cost of going ensured that I missed the Albert Hall in 1965 it was just an early disappointment and not outstanding because over years it joined … [Read more...]
Jack Kerouac Eats an Eggroll by Andrea Bates
JACK KEROUAC EATS AN EGGROLL San Francisco, March, 1952 Hey hunger, typewriter scroll of walled up mysteries. Here’s to you, binge three weeks’ wide, dragon hitched to your sleeve. The love … [Read more...]
Six Poems by Gloria Avner
Circumambulation to walk all the way around Mt. Arunachala takes from dusk until dawn plenty of time to meditate touch darkness chant story sing in harmony with crickets Tibetan … [Read more...]
Book Review – The Silence Before the Whisper Comes by Bruce Kauffman
Why would anyone write poetry? It's not what you'd call glamourous. You're never going to make money at it. The best you can hope for is if you manage to publish a few books of poems you could … [Read more...]
Jazz and the Money Jungle
The same thing happens everywhere Money Jungle is perfect, of the skin, maybe the pulse On the night no one talks about A day before New Years, in Panama City Crooked toe cranes light the … [Read more...]
2 Poems by Michael Mark
Baby’s got a hot blog She tells her darkest secrets to her 8000 unique visitors. Staring into her screen so passionately I believe it could melt. I would. When I whisper my fear that I … [Read more...]
4 poems by Sam Silva
BLISS Mindless piano trills from the online station ...bright lights!, they might flicker to a migraine while a mind on the other side of me desires something else of the near to swallowed pain … [Read more...]
Opacity: Liminal Landmine-Bodies – the foreword to Liberty Limited by Károly Sándor Pallai
Liberty Limited by Károly Sándor Pallai / Éditions Arthée / 2013 / ISBN: 9789993184638 One of my most despondent memories relates to my first encounter with “Mother Country” France, where it … [Read more...]
2 poems and a video by Jeremiah Walton
Campfire Psalms of the Lost and Angry And so we love We love the campfire, the stars, each other O how freely that we love each other! We love as a reaction We are angry. We … [Read more...]