Shirt Context
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...
Everything Looks Like Freddie Mercury
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...
Net Worth
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, ...
hudson yards: day 1
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 ...
DANCING ON A WING OF BREATH
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 ...
Episode 13 – Jack Hirschman
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...
Cold Sky
Kelly Cowan
maneuvered
these roads
in February -
sister’s memorial service -
car sheathed in ice
winds swelling
mile after mile
see only
railroad tracks &
low wood
utility poles
burrowed in the dirt
pushing up
††â...
Immunization
Genevieve Legacy
Today you are a paper husband—
torn envelopes, bill stubs, a refund check for $5.68
scatter-piled on the wormwood table.
I’ve imagined in this way before,
divined absence with hot, brackish tears—
a homeopath...
Myrtle
William Considine
I want all the flowers
that thrive right away at the start of spring,
that stand alone in the cool noon and the long, chilly
shadows of dawn & dusk and through cold nights.
They take the first chance
opening of light ...
I WANT TO TELL YOU HOW IT WAS
Dorothy Friedman
because this is the only chance I'm going to get--
It was an ordinary day except no one had taken out the garbage.
It had been snowing since noon and there were piles of snow
on the front lawn and on t...
SATORI IN MANHATTAN
Joel Allegretti
———on the platform at the 175th Street subway station,
Washington Heights———I find myself thinking I’m
Vladimir in Calvin Klein black lambskin and Estragon
in Tommy Hilfiger dim-gray chinos———sittingâ...
FOR HERE THERE IS NO PLACE
Anton Yakovlev
You’ve figured out the colonization of Mars
and the need to live in caves for five hundred years.
You’ve predicted private nuclear weapons,
deciphered symbols of bigotry on some trump cards.
You’ve held cookout...
Episode 12 – Norman Douglas
Bernard Meisler
Norman Douglas in conversation with Bernard Meisler.
Norman Douglas, Bernard Meisler and Tina Carstensen, relaxing in her Avenue D apartment, 1986
Norman Douglas is a writer (though he says he's not) and a poet (though...
HOW TO LIVE WITH YOURSELF
Jeffrey Cyphers Wright
There are only two sins—banality and venality.
They are not like revenge, hot red pokers.
Jealousy, with its long snoot.
Sloth, killing me softly with its lips.
Vanity—dynamite in a vise.
Lust racing across the mud...
Strawberry
Suzi Kaplan Olmsted
Spring bursting in strawberry juice down my chin
While on the TV reality jail show a blond with a model’s bone structure
And over-plucked brows is released from men’s jail to the streets
Early dawn with no money and...
