The Last Days of Gotham Book Mart
Erik La Prade
In the famous photograph taken by Maya Deren of Gotham’s Surrealist window display, designed and organized by Marcel Duchamp and Andre Breton, we have an interesting view of a time capsule. This particular display was cre...
Deserted Factories
Sudie Nostrand
Windows of deserted factories
shimmer on a humid night
in the parking lot lights
as we stand absorbed in thought
looking down the empty street.
I am reluctant to break
the long silence enclosing us.
Sounds travel ...
Myiagros
Díre McCain
It enters the room at 10:15 on the dot every morning, flitting about for several minutes before hovering over my perishing body. I wait for it to alight and pounce on what remains of my sanity.
It touches down on my chin...
Define: Three Poems
Daniel Dissinger
define: anticipation
smoke
and it moves
over
more
than
a few limbs
notice
this
subtle
shade
her
cheeks
like soil
freshly watered
notice
thes...
Anarchy for a Rainy Day – Review by Jim Feast
Jim Feast
Reading the new book of poetry by Valery Oisteanu, Anarchy for a Rainy Day, which is written in Surrealist style, the author himself an avowed member of this school, makes me think of an earlier, critically powerful critique...
meeting joey ramone, 31 march 1977
Emily XYZ
I left upstate New York at 18 still thinking Robin Trower and the Marshall Tucker Band were music. Until fall 1976, when I came across Punk magazine #3 (the Joey Ramone cover) in Boston. It was like some message inside m...
Three poems
Francine Witte
Dream Lover
All those nights I wanted John
to call. See how good? See
how really good I can quit you?
But he didn’t listen. Or call.
Just shows up in a dream last week
with the past slung over his shoulder,
...
Chuck
Vincent Zangrillo
Gregory loved Peggy Biderman who lived at the Chelsea Hotel. Peggy, she was probably around 55, even older than Gregory (who was twice as old as me) but younger than I am now. I’m not sure of the relationship the two had i...
Like A 45 On 33
J. D. King
Only two days after Brian met her at a cocktail party, he walked out the front door of his home on Cape Cod, left it all behind: the ocean view, the bank account, the credit card, the mortgage, the car payments, the wife, th...
Hay For the Horses
Gary Snyder
He had driven half the night
From far down San Joaquin
Through Mariposa, up the
Dangerous Mountain roads,
And pulled in at eight a.m.
With his big truckload of hay
behind the barn.
With winch and ropes and hooks
We s...
