Bernard Meisler

Andrew (Drew) Hubner in conversation with Bernard Meisler. Andrew (Drew) Hubner, is the author of East of Bowery, We Pierce and American By Blood, and an educator at Hostos Community College in the Bronx. We spoke abo...

James Reich

Wilhelm Reich’s The Mass Psychology of Fascism (1933/1943) poses a question familiar to many Americans bewildered by the presidency of Donald Trump and the igneous qualities of his base. That the question was answered so l...

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...

Bernard Meisler

Steve Cannon in conversation with Bernard Meisler. Professor Steve Cannon is the founder and publisher of Gathering of the Tribes magazine, and author of the filthiest book of all time, Groove, Bang and Jive Around - ...

Mike Roberts

I spent a fair amount of time in the Gulf of Oman back in 1988. My shipmates and I were escorting Saddam Hussein’s oil tankers through the Straights of Hormuz, where the Iranians liked to take shots at them with their Silk...

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, ...

Eve Packer

what a jerk, to drag a friend to hudson yards the day after it opens, today st patricks day and the city bursting w/drunk green people. over here on the west side we join the masses streaming through knock you down and ...

Agneta Falk

The wind brought me here into a hidden corner on a rocky beach something about the light the sky and sea melting into one, into me the pounding waves feeling like I look inside and there she is, my mother and ...

Bernard Meisler

Jack Hirschman in conversation with Bernard Meisler. Jack Hirschman Jack Hirschman, Poet Laureate emeritus of San Francisco, author of over 100 books in nine languages, essayist and painter, is a living legend. We me...