Johanna Domonkos

blooming and decomposing moments absorbing inside me touching and my face shared in everything blooming decomposing absorbing inside me to recognize why I came to the intersecting line of something or another to make me ...

Gabor G Gyukics

they’re not afraid a paper lampshade swayed illuminating a well laid table as the guests shuffled around the stove’s mouth that let the soot fall back down in from the brick chimney the host knock...

Amy Ouzoonian

for Steve Cannon I keep wanting to call you up and say Steve, can you believe this shit? And you’d laugh and say I’m hip! I’m throwing some shit in the game. 600,000 VA patients died because of Hospital negl...

Peter Marti

Michael Herr Once Asked Me... “How do you write about Buddhism?” and looked around where we stood, eating our ritual potluck rice and stew after evening puja—our Teacher sat huddled with the other Tibetans la...

Naum Korzhavin

Naum Korzhavin was born in the Ukraine in 1925 and as a child witnessed the horrors of collectivization: “I remember the Kiev of 1933. People died right in the streets. . . We survived not only hunger. We got used to think...

Bernard Meisler

Agneta Falk in conversation with Bernard Meisler Agneta Falk at Live Worms Gallery in North Beach, San Francisco. I met poet and painter Agneta (Aggie) Falk at the Live Worms Gallery in San Francisco's North Beach neig...

Valery Oisteanu

The eyelid of the moon just opened The wind is never quiet in the desert Dunes of no return, caravans not ever stopping Where rain falls invisible leaving no trace Shape shifting humps reveal a sphinx At the edge of a...

Yuko Otomo

Repeatedly tracing the footsteps of the past, I shed my lingering desire for its pastiche. I am almost there to be “here now.” As I keep opening & closing the window, I slowly step into “Paradise.” Now I have no reas...

Bernard Meisler

Ron Kolm in conversation with Bernard Meisler. Ron Kolm is a poet (The Plastic Factory, Welcome to the Barbecue, and most recently,"A Change In the Weather," from Sensitive Skin Press), an editor of many books, includ...

Rebecca Weiner Tompkins

Once I pushed the tiller round and round, breaking circles concentric in the dry, knotty ground. What we'd planted before had gone to seasons so long past, the weeds' hold had returned, rooted in clumps of gray rock ...

Peter Bushyeager

The poet doesn't know shit. He stands by the telephone which will ring in one second the dish will break at the moment of regret and this is boring but there's movement at the edges. It's a clean sunrise, birds are...

Sharon Mesmer

Have you ever seen something weird out of the corner of your eye that made you wonder if evolution just made a really big step forward? I did, and now everything looks like Freddie Mercury. Starbursts and Twizzlers look l...

Chavisa Woods

net worth, a face strung out like a net like a meth-head, that’s a net, strung out cast into outcast waters. what is the deductible expense of my mother’s un-medicated, ...