The Scar We relaxed on a couch in mild coolness of a thermostat registering 84 degrees. It was all the air I could afford on limited income, in the stale, dank oven of South Texas in the middle of a record August. Beads of sweat trickled down both of our foreheads, television on, (something comedic, […]
Read more "Dr. William Kilgore ~ The Scar"This always ends in a question Suppose it’s not a place. What do you mean by that? You talk about it like you’ll be walking around in a celestial snowstorm, without the cold. Maybe, this is all just costume, cheap jewelry that tarnishes and we move on to another existence in a new […]
Read more "CRAIG KIRCHNER ~ this always ends in a question"Art Exhibition The egg box was so sculptural, a mirror of life in textured paper, almost a work of art. And then I remembered the glasses left behind in a museum of modern art by error or intent, real glasses, not the “ne sont pas les lunettes” Magrittean sort, I could feel some guerrilla art […]
Read more "LYNN WHITE ~ Art Exhibition"Proteus Shape shift, Old Man of the Sea— I will hold you down in your midday nap. Tell me what you know— about the zigzag, spin, loop and bounce of sandhoppers, cuttlefish, or football. Periwinkles smell the corpses of their crab-killed teammates’ disposed juices, and drive with helmets hard into crevices. Extensive wear on the […]
Read more "JK Miller ~ Proteus"QUARANTINE I bought the largest bag of pom poms, remembering mopping the floor each night after close, my dad waiting in the closed shop while I washed the dishes, we waited and went to Whataburger when I didn’t have a car after I broke off my first engagement, the details they say, the yellow of […]
Read more "2 poems by Alexandra Gilliam"PUPPET TALK How I feel about these times. Anon. I move my feet I dance and dance, up and down, up and down, cannot stop. The cares of the world marionette me all around and around up and down, up and down. I cannot exit. The curtains never close. Characters appear and disappear. They whisper, point, […]
Read more "VERN FEIN ~ PUPPET TALK"WILLAMETTE JANUARY II It is 7:30 when Monet paints nude tree groves with Vaporous strokes Dust silver water Blindly runs past the landing Silently whispers Cruel eddies catch Half submerged giants, force Them to angry sleep ~~~ MARC AND DUKE DRIVE TO THE RESERVOIR (Riverfront Park – East St. Louis Toodle-o) Been on the road a […]
Read more "3 poems by marc janssen"(all 3 poems translated from Maltese by Albert Gatt) Someone’s wife refuses to follow. Someone’s wife refuses to follow her therapist’s advice. She finally changes out of her work uniform. She nibbles at a chunk of dark chocolate. Insists that she’s on first name terms with Buddha. That he’s like an old faux pas, addled […]
Read more "3 POEMS BY GLEN CALLEJA"SEND OFF standing back in darker shadowsso i cannot see – she gives methe middle finger – in front of mesnowy mountains, a lonely road –the endless empty sky.
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