Real Hair The black man who stopped, said “Forgive me, but you have real hair I don’t see that often & it’s beautiful” I had it up in twin tails, how I learned to wear my mask, so the loops would go over my hair & not my ears didn’t say it till he saw it from the […]
Read more "Storm Ainsely ~ REAL HAIR"White Sun (In memory of Henry Gonzales) I will not be attending your burial. Eight hours of driving in one day are too much for my old bones, I’m afraid. But I can imagine it well enough – the cold Ortiz Mountain air, the circle of extended family blurred by tears, century- old stones decaying […]
Read more "5 poems ~ John Nizalowski"I am Joaquín I am Joaquín lost in a world of confusion, Caught up in a whirl of a gringo society, Confused by the rules, Scorned by attitudes, Suppressed by manipulations And destroyed by modern society. My fathers have lost the economic battle and won the struggle of cultural survival. And now! I […]
Read more "Rodolfo “Corky” Gonzales ~ Yo Soy Joaquín / I Am Joaquín"Static I tried to explain I have only lived in flat places where walking is easy I suggested he walk our Alps-like neighborhood while I stay home and make notes in my new journal with the cover of a woman’s head with a plant growing out of the top then I saw the back of […]
Read more "SUSAN SHEA ~ STATIC"Everyone’s an Amoeba The sky is like a Petri dish outside my window & everyone’s an amoeba – they come & go like pulsating blobs before my eyes, microscopic minions locked in their two-bit sooner-forgotten-than-remembered lives, as they strive to divide & reproduce like colored honeycombs on slides, lost to themselves & their many lies […]
Read more "Christopher Heise ~ Everyone’s an Amoeba"“down, dance, neck, up” So they send you a hey let’s go out again sometime if you’re free soonand you’ve been just canceling again and again because you’re just too much manto just tell someone you’re not that into someone anymore, but today’s the day I help you end it Find some factor that is […]
Read more "2 poems ~ JACOB HATFIELD"Red Lobster Declares Bankruptcy there are plenty of fishin the sea not sustainablyever since my father diedmy mother has bingedon endless shrimp and that,too, has drowned her Summer (Wilting) The wind I seekmay not exist. That’swhy I sit in Friendship Parkon a cool summer day.Three days this weekwithout a drink. I don’tknow who to watchfor. […]
Read more "5 poems by James Croal Jackson"The Last will be First“Poverty is the parent of revolution and crime.” ― Aristotle Cold weather is something poor folksReally wish would passBecause their clothes resemble shredded leaves,And that frigid air can cut an ass. Affluence, vacationing from discomfort,Floats in a champagne bubble.Intoxicated by plutocratic grandeur,The moneyed avoid sobering trouble. The indigent dream of kinder […]
Read more "illustration and poem by BOB MCNEIL"AnimaVillanelle by Kasimma Art is a living flare.Art is detail; art makes souls glow.Art fills your heart with moving air. Art is you, the blues, and prayer.Art is Chi and art is shadow.Art is a living flare. Aesthetes smile. Philistines will sneer,and Nos will pelt you blows, but know…Art fills your heart with moving air. […]
Read more "2 form poems from Kasimma "Feelz Trip I got tired of pushing sublime at my students. William Cowper, Lord Byron, James Thomson, Samuel Rogers?! Let’s just say those old boys weren’t hitting under the busted-up ceiling panels and flickering fluorescent lights of my classroom. My students were squirming in the hard plastic cells of their desks, so I decided to […]
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