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RAIN

D. James Smith

RAIN Still vast, lung-wet, I lie there, awhile, Trickling out of the tiny cracks in my wrists. I waken slowly, cold as the sea and remember. Days I drove home weeping for nothing I could name but the bruised aft...

Dawn Patrol

Max Blagg

Dawn Patrol Lord I am risen from that misery and I wait for you Like the sleepless man waits for dawn The light was up at 5.45 am and I rose to meet it first hours of the day filled with rain lightning over Montauk so...

MUSICAL

Norman Douglas

MUSICAL memory is the mother of muses (of which some say there are three others count nine). and what is music but that which comes of muses musing deep enough our hearts do ...

Veil

Mia Hansford

Veil In a little while I’ll let go of your hand but for now I’ll rest it in the flashing blue-night dark, in the lights cross the water and along the bridge’s quiet: leather, radio, a nervous handler opening ...

Mom Used To Say

Suzi Kaplan Olmsted

Mom Used To Say Life is Rashomon, my father plays King Lear Mom plays Lady MacBeth or Katherine, the shrew, depending on the moment Brother Tony and I were both busy choosing our own roles, We weren’t always certain ...

after my younger sister’s memorial service

Kelly Cowan

after my younger sister’s memorial service Robin’s reclining chair & end table sitting near the bay window - ice box snow - find in the drawer her reading glasses, Bic disposable lighter & a stack of ph...

after cecil taylor concert

steve dalachinsky

after cecil taylor concert sing not song but string tuned harp(ie)s-chords lyric rhyme well constructed chaos nite – now a room floats about us enfolds & possibly loves us – a completi...

125th Street

Carl Watson

125th Street Once there was a Harlem of the mind, In a New York of green youth and mystery, Steaming manholes, fevered sleep, When I was a pilgrim without ambition. Characters with metal teeth and top hats, Sn...

A conversation between landing craft in the Odessa Port

Jenny Wade

An excerpt from Mayakovsky Maximum Access, selected poems by Vladimir Mayakovsky, translated and with commentary by Jenny Wade. Buy it on Amazon A conversation between landing craft in the Odessa Port Feather-clo...

Narcoleptic Blues

Valery Oisteanu

Narcoleptic blues To Ruth Sleeping poems burning in my brain “Solitude” tarot card cries out love supreme Submerged ice flows turning to blood Rising and melting through twisted clouds Waves carry the tsunami tow...