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Seven Poems

Iris Berry

SHOOTING FOR THE STARS IN KEVLAR We run from hot summer days and broken air conditioners. We run to chilled movie theatres make out like teenagers who’ve never had sex never been kissed by tender mouths and n...

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...

Story

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...

The Poetry & Politics of Allen Ginsberg – Review by Marc Olmsted

Marc Olmsted

THE POETRY & POLITICS OF ALLEN GINSBERG By Eliot Katz Beatdom Books (paperback) $28.00 In the last 25 years of his life, Allen Ginsberg championed a half-dozen young poets with some regularity. One of these poets was...

Yearning for homeland!

Marina Tsvetaeva

Yearning for homeland! Yearning for homeland! Long Exposed torment! It's completely all the same to me – Where completely alone To be, over which stones to trudge With a market tote, on the way home, Into a hous...

Poem

Nowhere to Go

Maria Lisella

Nowhere to Go A paw emerged threatening my conscience Your scent eludes me. A needle punctures a tire A bomb explodes Scoring the walls. Roof Dog, Ave. B, E. 4th & E. 5th St., 1981, photograph by Phili...

MONKEYS ON CRESTON AVENUE

Gil Fagiani

MONKEYS ON CRESTON AVENUE The Bronx, 1985 B--short for Beatrice--was the last of the Irish living at 2208 Creston Avenue. When I moved there in ‘75 her older brother was staying with her after a stroke prevented hi...