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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Sarah Sarai

Stop In an ad agency, Traffic is like Department of the Shepherds,
 or an escort service, housemother, Charon,
 ferrying files from account exec. to writer to art director to the shop to editorial back to writer...

Jeffrey Cyphers Wright

FAKE LIES The donor class is warping the loom. Domination is damnation. Defiance is a shortcut to de-finance. We have to scrap for all that’s left. Make of your suffering, charms. The best things are free (like me...