By: E. Martin Pedersen It’s a week or ten or a month or ten years My God. Come quick! It’s a miracle, he returns. Hi everybody, what time is it? Take me home. New decade, new pres, let’s see, Rowan an’…
By: E. Martin Pedersen My daydreams and nightmares have the same plot with different protagonists or the same people from my past life passed over on the other shore people (see above for their real names) showing up on my doorstep…
By: Patrick Legay the sails flowed into the mouth bright and clean broad with the shimmer of the sun stealing from the soft blue surface call beauteous hard to believe the filth and dismay barreled below what is wonder to the…
By: Patrick Legay yes it can’t be denied that’s true and if you want more that storyboard like that I got a bunch — funny little family vignettes — like the one about me at 7 years old in 1954 look…
By: Sankara Olama-Yai I found god in your eyes Where had he gone Do you remember that night when I hit my head on the roof of a vacant train Your laugh was a heavenly lullaby I let my head lie…
By: Sankara Olama-Yai Your name is not a crime, Yet why is it whispered When my soul can still hear the thunder My heart screams your name to the luminescent pearl in the sky As if it can hear my regrets…
By: Robert Beveridge “Wie schön sang Else Feuske, als sie,/während dere Sommerferien,/in großer Höhe daneben trat,/in einen stillen Gletscherspalt stürtze,/uns nur ihr Schirmchen/und das hoke C zurückließ.”—Günter Grass, “Die Schule der Tenöre” It is not volume, it is pitch, how the…
By: Robert Beveridge delicious willow flings this blade of lust into my eyes comatose I see us entwined smothered forever I offer you this blade fear you will accept caress bloods my finger one lone drop falls to your thigh