who would have thought skittles and ice tea was a death sentence not even Dr. Oz when a black boy with a dream walks home alone at night hard rain falling lady death whisper in the air a … [Read more...]
When there is nothing, there’s the cup of coffee
When there is nothing, there's the cup of coffee Early morning, i step out; in a heap, in the rubbish pile, my paintings. They look 'belonged'. Few more displaced to the storage-room. New … [Read more...]
Michael McClure, George Brooks & Rob Wasserman Perform in SF 7/26/13!
From Michael McClure: Dear Friends, Hope this finds you well. This week, George and Rob and I will be performing together in San Francisco, to celebrate summer and the de Young Museum's new show … [Read more...]
Two poems by Benjamin Smith
On the Rocks. That antique gramophone Next to the suffragette lampshade, Marble time measured in Vinyl. Look at the dust-jackets: Mint condition memories. Warped voices warble in … [Read more...]
Ginsberg’s Refrigerator
In Allen’s tenement flat at 170 East 2nd Street, even the refrigerator is an outlet of poetry. The picture in black and white shows a handle pointing north. On the off-white surface a picture of … [Read more...]
2 Poems by Craig Kocij
Alaska Sun (for Timothy Treadwell & Amie Huguenard) Through thirteen seasons your trails ran down to coasts that fell to ocean hues of rain and dull precipitous sleet. To this airy solitude of … [Read more...]
Ginsberg at the Grey
How belly they aged, your friends, how hard the young years, every look, an eye for an eye, rapscallions when this country had corners rounded to secret, sweet places unfound by blab and tweet. In … [Read more...]
In honor of ruth weiss on her 85th birthday
The following is from: “ruth weiss and the American Beat movement of the ‘50s and 60’s” by Horst Spandler, published in: ruth weiss, no dancing aloud – lautes tanzen nicht erlaubt. edition exil, … [Read more...]
splake’s Magic Box
splake fishing in america. Rockford: Presa Press, 2013 only in my dreams. Springfield: Gage, 2012. Beyond Campfire Ashes. Battle Creeek: Gage, 2012. Backwater Bard Loft Musings. Fort Wayne: The … [Read more...]
Illuminescence by John O’Kane
I think of how Allen Ginsberg could see society when gizmos glistened salvation, freeways traced our future, freeon cooled our passions, primeval blackooze birthed plastic, the prophylactic … [Read more...]
3 Poems by Amy Soricelli
He Forgot Again: (Sunday, November 11, 1962) If i could dance around the light like a bug - I would see all that I was through the sparkling beauty of wings. The fluttering movements wandering … [Read more...]
Celebrating Allen Ginsberg’s birthday with a few videos
In honor of Allen Ginsberg's birthday (June 3, 1926), we've gathered a few videos together. We've got some poetry for you, a chant, and an interview or two. What are your favorite Ginsberg … [Read more...]
Book Review: Laura Madeline Wiseman’s poetry collection, SPRUNG
SPRUNG by Laura Madeline Wiseman / San Francisco Bay Press, 259 Granby St. Suite 200, Norfolk, VA 23517 / 2012 / 100 pages / 978-0982829578 There's fun in these irreverent poems, but also a serious … [Read more...]
Observations on the Cynic
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...]
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...]