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Yevgeny Yevtushenko Has Left the Planet

Valery Oisteanu

Yevgeny Yevtushenko has Left the Planet On a quiet Saturday in Tulsa, Oklahoma A Russian poet dies, smiling in his dream All his life he waited for springtime But spring never arrived, only sounds The sound of wind w...

The Last Time I Met Allen Ginsberg

Tom Savage

The Last Time I Met Allen Ginsberg I was walking through Tompkins Square Park About two years after the brain surgery From which I was still recovering. I saw Allen. He came toward me. He touched me in the center of ...

Siren

Michael Lindgren

Siren It calls, of course: a deep whisper asking for the slender trickle, to dim the corners and elevate. To spread warmth, dissipate, cajole, enjoin. Answer the call. Thin air, cold snow, speak plainly about p...

Enjambment

Carl Watson

Enjambment Gravity made this planet, sucking in rock dust And gas, which, pressurized, went round. Reproduction is a gravitational force, too, Attraction packing bodies together. Regard the highway lead...

Code

William Lessard

tonight i'm a 19 y.o. female because i have a thing for avo toast because code is the new ontology because the online quiz i took wants to rescue me wants to unhook the burst shopping bag from my fingers ...

wildcat fools

Norman Douglas

wildcat fools i send my all. so many lessons, blessings. a season awash with insecurity, the threat of lonely weakness, isolation, alienation. let us remind us that these seasons flow into and out of inside out ups...

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...