Passion Sunday
Amy Barone
Passion Sunday
Furtively, I watch him wipe
blood from tracks on his arm
before I leave for Palm Sunday Mass.
He swore he didn’t — only pot,
which he grows in a closet.
Still. Leaving wasn’t going to be easy....
trump defeats kanye
Eve Packer
trump defeats kanye
reads the newspaper headline
a cartoon kanye holds up
on the cover of the sept 14th
newyorker, and tho i am
a huge b blitt fan, it makes me
mad, no hint of 9/11 and why wld you
gift the donald ...
Walking With Difficulty Through the Snow
Anton Yakovlev
1
An old man walked his black dog past a courthouse
on his way toward some memory indicator.
A faint bouquet barely hidden under his coat,
he watched the world with anniversary eyes.
They passed a dry steering wheel...
Detroit Punk Photographs
Sue Rynski
My work is about rock and roll, specifically the rock and roll environment(s) I live in, the subculture. In 1977, just after art school, I fell into the art-and-punk Detroit scene with my friends Destroy All Monsters (the ro...
Waiting for the Quake
Marc Olmsted
I.
Oakland waiting for the quake
American poverty's blanket dirty
unwashed a shroud on the street
abandoned by wandering drug thirst,
while the sane sweep in front of their tents
(a new day John will watch it for her
...
The World Is A Beautiful Place
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
The World Is A Beautiful Place - Lawrence Ferlinghetti
The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don't mind a touch of hell
now and then
jus...
Just A Little Bit
Puma Perl
I had to shit on someone to make this money! shrieked Lani, I need you to get me off! Now!
Lani had translucent skin and tiny, spidery veins. Usually, I could find a place to hit her but she’d done some serious damage o...
The DEAD MAN
Julius Klein
(Bus routes, train routes, walking patterns and thinking jags)
Riding the #22 Clark Street bus north on a fall evening in Chicago, 1978, getting off at the Armitage stop, descending the few stairs to the oval expanse of p...
Foundations
steve dalachinsky
foundation 1 (morandi)
who will preserve space /
the fullness of emptiness –
valid question?
the flame of the shell / a warning of roses
a kind of soupy meld within
the intentional near unseen warp...
October in the Railroad Earth
Jack Kerouac
October in the Railroad Earth is a long, flowing prose poem recounting Jack Kerouac’s memories of his experiences as a “student brakeman” on the Southern Pacific Railroad in California. In his interview with Paris Revi...
