Remembering a Woman Who Died 30 Years Ago
Kit Kennedy
Remembering a Woman Who Died 30 Years Ago
Am I the last to find out
how she made leaves
take on a cloak of paint
masquerading fact for impression?
The simple movement
light up and down
being there no matter what
...
Shatter My Body but Let My Spirit Roam Free
Dorothy Friedman
Shatter My Body but Let My Spirit Roam Free
When all these lyrics have broken through the silences
I will be born into a more contemplative life--
to be what I have always been and more,
a thing unstuck from the womb o...
Seven Gifts
Chavisa Woods
Seven Gifts
(di Ego Godgifu, Latin: the self is the gift of god)
di Ego Godgifu
cut off these arms and take them down to the broke place of broken
trees and give them back their broke
arms
cut off this tongue and u...
Federico
Jürgen Schneider
Federico
Those men of gold still drink
Silver-whisky next to the volcanoes,
Their cities of wire and death
Their life a life-long Sunday.
Captain Nestares murdering still, Lead-head
His name exchangeable So...
A Change in the Weather (revised)
Ron Kolm
Sensitive Skin is proud to present A Change in the Weather, a new collection of poems by legendary downtown poet Ron Kolm, founding member of the Unbearables and author of The Plastic Factory, Divine Comedy, Suburban Ambush,...
Formula / Expansive
Randee Silv
Formula / Expansive
Formula: It can be tagged. It has a title. A double. A triple parallel. Trespassing permitted on immediate concreteness. A latched gate stood by itself to an enclosure enclosed. It fell and went un...
Salt Water
Randi Hoffman
Salt Water
Riding the waves with my father at the Jersey Shore, I feel seaweed wrapping around my legs and taste the salt water of the Atlantic Ocean. I am eight years old, and I love the ocean smell and the glaring hot ...
Let’s Get Rid of Nature
Deborah Pintonelli
Let’s Get Rid of Nature
(for Peter Christensen)
Nature, you’re just a bad mother.
Provoker of cycles of neverending
Thickening and thinning.
Emptying and refilling.
You’re just a sentimental journey you sentime...
Nightscape
Yuko Otomo
nightscape
(for Steve)
in the distant darkness
an ocean crashes
against itself
it is silent
you stand & look at waves
as if they were a fatal dream reality
pity, charity or love of any kind
do not weig...
