Ron Kolm

It was a slow night in the bookstore so I went over to the literature section and grabbed a copy of Celine's Death on the Installment Plan and took it back to my post at the cash register. I hid it under the counter ...

Marc Olmsted

TAXI NIGHT Poetry by Cliff Fyman Long News Books $15.00 I connected with Cliff Fyman some years after his association with Naropa University (then Institute) and its 1977 Summer Writing Program - a heyday-host...

Linda Kleinbub

At the Chelsea The cover band plays Blurred Lines beer is cold skin is tan far away, my mind writes our story I’m Nancy Spungen we grunge around rat-infested subway cars from CBGB to The Bitter End we room at T...

Yuko Otomo

Albers and Morandi: Never Finished 1. seeing I prefer to see with the closed eyes. - j. a. To achieve understanding, it is necessary not to see many things, but to look ...

Ron Riekki

I joined the Air Force to get money for a film that was shooting in Los Angeles. I had already been in the U.S. Marines and am the only Marine in the history of the Marines to hate the Marines. Or to be brave enough to say...

David Simmons

Chauncey liked to freebase smack with the foil positioned so that the shiny side was up. What he hoped to gain from this was self-induced Alzheimer’s. It came from burning the aluminum. Chauncey said, “I don’t wanna...

Don Yorty

A homeless woman with her legs spread on a park bench looks ready to shit. Good God she is pulling her pants down with paper towels about to do it. Vacationing anarchists are camped out by the water fountain. It is hot...

William Considine

You cannot and should not enter The House of the Inquisitor. Its pale stone frontage with carved floral ornaments is locked And uninviting. It was built in 1780 - so late! - when this town Was larger than any in your c...

Daniel A. Brown

“Yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.” – Job (5:7) I had never killed or cannibalized a woman but I did fear that I might be turning into a serial killer.This was 1992, a few years after Ted Bun...

Sparrow

The Brothers Silver: A Poet’s Novel by Marc Jampole Poets write novels invertedly; the language comes first, then the plot ‒ if there even is a plot. In his Acknowledgments, Marc Jampole mentions a number of poems t...

Kelly Cowan

playing Visit California CD 8 songs - “get into that unique California state of mind” on exercise bike building muscle after surgery Mamas and Papas - in rhythm Kool & the Gang - now I’m moving w/ cooke...

Neil Martinson

One warm spring afternoon in 1990 I was walking across the Williamsburg Bridge on my way to Manhattan, as I’d done countless times during my years in Brooklyn. A recent, tumultuous breakup was still fresh in my mind, but I...

James Reich

I remember his gallows thighs. His cock swung like a rope. The camp was weighted with snow and silence, settled with barbed wire, starvation in its planks and silted soup. Among the black beds, in cover of crowding, we fucke...