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Two Poems For Fall by Rebecca Weiner Tompkins

Rebecca Weiner Tompkins

ANOTHER AUTUMNAL Sometimes I imagine parking lots are water, dark seas no longer dry ground but not either anywhere to drown. Sometimes all the trees in the park are radiant yellow in the end of November twiligh...

Bob Dylan Deserves the Nobel Prize for Literature

Bernard Meisler

Bob Dylan just won the 2016 Nobel Prize for literature. Many are angry. But they're wrong. He deserves it. Joni Mitchel says Dylan is a fake. I take her critique with a grain of salt. Certainly Dylan is a confabulist—in...

The Sex Pistols: The Dance Band at the End of the World

Drew Hubner

The Sex Pistols: The Dance Band at the End of the World A tall girl in a yellow ostrich feather top and red Bettie Page bangs, simulates oral sex with Sid, who says, Now that's the kind of girl I like and the band starts ...

Writing

What I Think Historians Will Say in 20 Years about the 2016 U.S. Presidential Election

Eliot Katz

What I Think Historians Will Say in 20 Years about the 2016 U.S. Presidential Election How crazy it was that America’s elders nominated the two most unpopular major-party candidates in U.S. history. On the Democratic ...

untitled—a poem by Marina Tsvetaeva

Karina McCorkle

А следующий раз — глухонемая Приду на свет, где всем свой стих дарю, свой слух дарю. Ведь всё равно — что говорят — не пон...

A Visit with June Leaf and Robert Frank

Erik La Prade

On a particular February 2011, afternoon, I spent part of the day in June Leaf's studio, watching her work, and listening to her talk about her work. As I sat in a wooden office chair, I watched Leaf busily untangling some s...

The Red Wheelbarrow

William Carlos Williams

"The Red Wheelbarrow," a classic poem by the great William Carlos Williams. You don't need to say much to say a lot.

Four Poems from Child of Storm

Michael J. Wilson

Tesla is Born The sound of a shell at your ear in an expansive void that is the mouth of the universe Lightening across the curve of the eye A crack in the spheres allowing a peek at the undergarments of God And...

Mink Stole

Vincent Zangrillo

Gregory loved Cookie Mueller. Cookie loved John Waters. John Waters loved Mink Stole. I was in a pub called Beggars Bush in Ubud, Bali, in 1989, when the guy sitting next to me told me Cookie died. I finished my beer ...

New Jersey Me

Rich Ferguson

Jimmy and I drifted through the circus crowd on a magic carpet combo of weed, brews, Jimmy’s mom’s codeine cough medicine, and the downers I’d swiped from my mom’s medicine cabinet. All around us laughter and merry-g...

A Simple Blues with a Few Intangibles
by George Wallace – Review

Marc Olmsted

George Wallace is a PostBeat poet. As defined by the ground-breaking Whitney Museum show of 1995, the era of 1950 to 1965 can be considered to be the time brackets of realized Beat art, literature and film. ...

Guardian Angels? & Other Poems

Gabor G Gyukics

guardian angels? a pistol is held to your forehead in a bosky alley of the night you search for the face behind the hand as you wait for the click of the trigger instead you see the hand holding the gun pull ...

Poor Dumb Bum

Jeff Goldberg

I was fucking Rosie Fox on a pool table in the basement of a Lower East Side club called Quando. Rosie’s miniskirt was hiked to her waist, her panties were somewhere on the floor, her ass was positioned over the side pocke...

Story

The Last Good Year

Ray Jicha

The house felt like Christmas, at least that’s all young Louie Laszlo could think to compare it to. Mama made a special dinner, cleaned the house more thoroughly than her nurse’s job usually allowed, and lit the scented ...

Itinerant Architectures

Elizabeth Dorbad

Itinerant Architectures is a series of sculpture, installations, architectural interventions and site-specific works. Drawing on ideas of the nomadic, the transient, opportunism and frontierism, it considers domestic ci...

Sculpture