Jose Padua

I could write a poem about Thelonius Monk by saying how he bent notes, or how Uri Geller bent spoons, how his jagged rhythms took   you by surprise, how it’s hard to believe these phrases, or by tryin...

steve dalachinsky

rear window 1 she’s in her underwear she’s fixing the curtain she just took a shower she’s vacuuming the house she’s talking on the phone finally that stool is occupied she smokes with her left hand while d...

Lyn Lifshin

ROSE when it’s behind my knees you’d have to fall to the floor, lower your whole body like horses in a field to smell it. White Rose, Bulgarian rose. I think of sheets I’ve left my scent in as if to stake a c...

Wanda Phipps

someone said “everyone who has power is smiling” or was it “everyone who has electricity is smiling or “everyone smiling has electricity” definitely not “everyone smiling has powerful electricity” or “eve...

Rebecca Weiner Tompkins

The white rain of petals that fell for a week is done. What catches now in my hair are the dried blossoms of the Callery Pear, startling and crackly, as they float and scatter, rattling through the trees to the street l...

Sean Flaherty

I put my daughter to bed, kiss my wife and take an easy walk to get some groceries and a bag of beer, at Driggs and North 8th the ground gets hot and the air smells like cinnamon: across from the liquor store a b...

Merry Fortune

Communitas The birds are stars The chick a body A star there plays the window of a lean limo, crooning it's raining From out is born A way gone and never Inside out threads love you there and here while songs ...

Michael Carter

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vb6lf3VMNIk Copper-green pigeon-saluted Statue of Balboa rusts quietly In the bright California sun; Balboa beach, or was it Coronado? Conquistador blares from a car radio, A yellow Do...

Jose Padua

When I moved to New York I got a job with Nice Titties/Show Us Your Cock magazine. We were the competition and I wrote the captions. Whenever the Village Voice used the phrase “post- modern urban griot deconstr...

Rebecca Weiner Tompkins

Electronic Dialogue I At my wife’s grave it's changed a lot in a month; someone's planted some forget me nots. It's windy and flower petals from the trees are making pink whirlwinds. https://www.youtube.com/watch?...

Eddie Woods

The poem "Bananas" is a true story. I was flat broke in Hong Kong, strolling along Kowloon's Nathan Road vaguely wondering how to pay my rent. But also thinking poems. Suddenly this stunning black GI on R&R from Vietnam stop...

Dan Sofaer

Vain Endeavor It was a vain endeavor. All the plants and leaves Took pity on it as it Hung out in the wind. Princesses noticed its Ridiculous asinine shadow As it hung out there torn For a moment and said Poor, po...

Emily XYZ

Motor city is not my home / but I love it just the same Murder city, kill city ok but that’s just one way to look at the place where so much comes from and I know GM should have been allowed to fall but for all the goo...

Charles Bukowski

Everyone in NY is dying of heat; everyone in SF is complaining that it's too damn cold. I don't know, it just feels like one of those Charles Bukowski days... This one's called, "The Night I Killed Tommy". The video's old...