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...

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 ...

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...

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...

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, ...

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...

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...

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...