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Deserted Factories

Sudie Nostrand

Windows of deserted factories shimmer on a humid night in the parking lot lights as we stand absorbed in thought looking down the empty street. I am reluctant to break the long silence enclosing us. Sounds travel ...

Myiagros

Díre McCain

It enters the room at 10:15 on the dot every morning, flitting about for several minutes before hovering over my perishing body. I wait for it to alight and pounce on what remains of my sanity. It touches down on my chin...

Define: Three Poems

Daniel Dissinger

define: anticipation smoke and it moves over more than a few limbs notice this subtle shade her cheeks like soil freshly watered notice thes...

Anarchy for a Rainy Day – Review by Jim Feast

Jim Feast

Reading the new book of poetry by Valery Oisteanu, Anarchy for a Rainy Day, which is written in Surrealist style, the author himself an avowed member of this school, makes me think of an earlier, critically powerful critique...

Steve Horowitz – Child of Amerika, Entertainment Tonight, Vivo For Mr. Powell

Steve Horowitz

This newly released collection—what some might call Horowitz's "serious" work— is both a testament to his unique creativity and a blast to listen to. Sit back and enjoy great performances of quite difficult music played ...

meeting joey ramone, 31 march 1977

Emily XYZ

I left upstate New York at 18 still thinking Robin Trower and the Marshall Tucker Band were music. Until fall 1976, when I came across Punk magazine #3 (the Joey Ramone cover) in Boston. It was like some message inside m...

Three poems

Francine Witte

Dream Lover All those nights I wanted John to call. See how good? See how really good I can quit you? But he didn’t listen. Or call. Just shows up in a dream last week with the past slung over his shoulder, ...

Chuck

Vincent Zangrillo

Gregory loved Peggy Biderman who lived at the Chelsea Hotel. Peggy, she was probably around 55, even older than Gregory (who was twice as old as me) but younger than I am now. I’m not sure of the relationship the two had i...

Like A 45 On 33

J. D. King

Only two days after Brian met her at a cocktail party, he walked out the front door of his home on Cape Cod, left it all behind: the ocean view, the bank account, the credit card, the mortgage, the car payments, the wife, th...

Story

Hay For the Horses

Gary Snyder

He had driven half the night From far down San Joaquin Through Mariposa, up the Dangerous Mountain roads, And pulled in at eight a.m. With his big truckload of hay behind the barn. With winch and ropes and hooks We s...