The Beat Goes On
Ron Kolm
It was a slow night in the bookstore
so I went over to the literature section
and grabbed a copy of Celine's
Death on the Installment Plan
and took it back to my post
at the cash register.
I hid it under the counter
...
TAXI NIGHT — Poetry by Cliff Fyman — Review
Marc Olmsted
TAXI NIGHT
Poetry by Cliff Fyman
Long News Books
$15.00
I connected with Cliff Fyman some years after his association with Naropa University (then Institute) and its 1977 Summer Writing Program - a heyday-host...
At the Chelsea and 2 more poems
Linda Kleinbub
At the Chelsea
The cover band plays Blurred Lines
beer is cold
skin is tan
far away, my mind writes our story
I’m Nancy Spungen
we grunge around rat-infested subway cars
from CBGB to The Bitter End
we room at T...
Three new poems by Yuko Otomo
Yuko Otomo
Albers and Morandi: Never Finished
1. seeing
I prefer to see with the closed eyes.
- j. a.
To achieve understanding, it is necessary not to see many things,
but to look ...
List Full: List Poems of Necessary Orderliness – Review
Jim Feast
bart plantenga
List Full: List Poems of Necessary Orderliness
(Spuyten Duvill, 2021)
In bart plantenga’s sometimes amusing, sometimes trenchant new book of poems List Full, he supplies a multitude of variously sourc...
Autobiography
Ron Riekki
I joined the Air Force to get money for a film that was shooting in Los Angeles. I had already been in the U.S. Marines and am the only Marine in the history of the Marines to hate the Marines. Or to be brave enough to say...
Sugar Foot
David Simmons
Chauncey liked to freebase smack with the foil positioned so that the shiny side was up. What he hoped to gain from this was self-induced Alzheimer’s. It came from burning the aluminum.
Chauncey said, “I don’t wanna...
228
Don Yorty
A homeless woman with her legs spread on
a park bench looks ready to shit. Good God
she is pulling her pants down with paper
towels about to do it. Vacationing
anarchists are camped out by the water
fountain. It is hot...
Pale House
William Considine
You cannot and should not enter The House of the Inquisitor.
Its pale stone frontage with carved floral ornaments is locked
And uninviting. It was built in 1780 - so late! - when this town
Was larger than any in your c...
Dahmer, Dolphy & Me
Daniel A. Brown
“Yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.”
– Job (5:7)
I had never killed or cannibalized a woman but I did fear that I might be turning into a serial killer.This was 1992, a few years after Ted Bun...
The Brothers Silver: A Poet’s Novel – Review
Sparrow
The Brothers Silver: A Poet’s Novel
by Marc Jampole
Poets write novels invertedly; the language comes first, then the plot ‒ if there even is a plot. In his Acknowledgments, Marc Jampole mentions a number of poems t...
Two Poems by Andrey Filimonov, translated by Anton Yakovlev
Andrey Filimonov
These poems were written in the mid-2010s in Siberia, in the ancient city of Tomsk, where it's not such an easy task to fix a Mac. In fact, repairs of any kind tend to be a problem. Nineteenth-century houses tilt to the side...
Building Muscle
Kelly Cowan
playing
Visit California CD
8 songs -
“get into that unique
California state of mind”
on exercise bike
building muscle
after surgery
Mamas and Papas -
in rhythm
Kool & the Gang -
now I’m moving
w/ cooke...
Cultivating Pippi Longstocking
Neil Martinson
One warm spring afternoon in 1990 I was walking across the Williamsburg Bridge on my way to Manhattan, as I’d done countless times during my years in Brooklyn. A recent, tumultuous breakup was still fresh in my mind, but I...
The Prisoner
James Reich
I remember his gallows thighs. His cock swung like a rope. The camp was weighted with snow and silence, settled with barbed wire, starvation in its planks and silted soup. Among the black beds, in cover of crowding, we fucke...
