Walt Whitman

I Sing the Body Electric —1— I sing the body electric, The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them, They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, And discorrupt them, and charge ...

Dennis Cruz

before we could speak the specter of death smiling, Cleopatra uncrossing her legs. a small glimpse into the infinite then it’s over a bad dream lingering like egg yolk or menstrual blood on your tongue I w...

Ron Kolm

Classical Music Lover I was sitting behind the cash register In Eastside Bookstore On a warm summer afternoon In June, 1976. The evening junkie group nod Hadn’t started yet, But they would eventually Shuffle in...

Phillip Giambri

The Meaning of Existence Two grungy old winos with damaged faces, sitting on the window ledge of the vitamin store on First Ave @ 14th sharing a bottle in a bag, bummin’ smokes from passersby, and discussing ...

Jim Leftwich

Puzzles Partly, He Shoe Moments falsify no aspect of talisman or tale. Nor talus as source of value, nor described by the book in uncharted enchantment, entire hand-picked shifting presents, p resents, pre sents, shriek s...

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...