Confessions of a Wind-Up Doll (True Burlesque)
Peter Marra
Confessions of a Wind-Up Doll
(True Burlesque)
There is always beauty in the hissing sounds.
The alternating camera speeds reveal a long-lashed woman;
touching experimental films, she has a forceful birth
to destroy ...
The Trumpeters
Michael Rothenberg
The Trumpeters
Cowards in white sheets, the skinhead cops
and racists, the religious working men
and women who think a woman’s place is
in the kitchen and children are to be seen
and not heard, and believe people of...
Macy Dreams of Red and Blue
Mac Blauner
There is the whoop of a siren, and suddenly red and blue lights play over the backs of her closed eyelids. She lies in bed. She knows it’s the cops. This is always how she wakes when they come to her father’s house in th...
For Bob Marley and other poems
Tsaurah Litzky
For Bob Marley
I grind the beans for my morning coffee,
organic fair trade beans from Trader Joe’s
in the electric coffee grinder
my father gave me so long ago,
the smell of happiness fills my kitchen,
th...
No One’s Beat Samsara and Other Poems
Peter Marti
No One’s Beat Samsara
You just can’t win vs. that Wheel of Birth & Death
when you have women, mojo and looks, something else
will be missing—your teeth haven't all been accounted for and now
an ex is asking for ...
This Cat Is Now My Cat & other poems
Craig Kite
This Cat Is Now My Cat
I hope that my girlfriend doesn't come back tonight.
In fact, I hope my girlfriend never comes back.
I hope that her cat becomes my cat.
It basically already is.
I fucking love this cat.
Thi...
Pier 39
Julia Kissina
"Give me a blow job!"
He bends me quite low to his crotch, and I want to tell him a few words more about how much I love him, but he doesn't leave me any time. He presses his hand on the back of my head and my gaze slide...
Three Poems by Eve Packer
Eve Packer
in the realm of
i was heading west
from ave b between 1st & 2nd,
a storefront opposite
the Gas Station, to do the errand
i had been asked, i was
heading to e. 3rd between
1st & 2nd, to a building
where dave burrell...
Carmen Miranda on East 5th Street
Coree Spencer
Most of the kitchen staff and busboys at Mary Ann's Mexican restaurant on Fifth Street and Second Avenue in the East Village are from the Dominican Republic, like Luis, a cook in his early twenties. Despite being just a few...
Two Poems About the Village
Arthur Nersesian
EAST VILLAGE REMAINS
Last night
in East Village
the garbage was tossed out
only to wash ashore
along 2nd Avenue
resold by peddlers,
bought by the hopeless few
who see a nostalgia,
a bargain, who take it home
try ...
TWIN PEAKS: THE RETURN – Some Thoughts, No Spoilers
Marc Olmsted
Now that it's likely most of the most-interested have ingested the first 4 episodes of David Lynch's reboot of Twin Peaks on Showtime, I wanted to share some observations.
As an elder, nearly 64, I watched the original se...
Perfect
Sarah Bernstein
Perfect
Precise line
Formed
On top of
Precise line
Invisibly
Perfect
Excel at
Gluing at
Handwriting at
Removing
Splinters
Cutting
Bangs
Perfect
Feeling
Walk on
Hot sand
Hand on
Stove
Fingers in
Oil
Boil...
Ghosts
Ryan Leone
Back in the days when relationships weren't digitized and couldn't just be deleted, you had to rip down pictures until there were only taped corners left on the wall that would taunt for a lifetime as torn and tiny ghosts.
...
Timothy Leary Letter to Allen Ginsberg – from Algeria, 1970
Dr. Timothy Leary
Here it is the the third (and final) letter we received anonymously, from Timothy Leary to his friend Allen Ginsberg. Things haven't gone so swimmingly for the dear doctor since his last missive, sent in 1969 from Berkeley. ...
I Sing the Body Electric
Walt Whitman
I Sing the Body Electric
—1—
I sing the body electric,
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge ...
