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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...

The Poetry & Politics of Allen Ginsberg – Review by Marc Olmsted

Marc Olmsted

THE POETRY & POLITICS OF ALLEN GINSBERG By Eliot Katz Beatdom Books (paperback) $28.00 In the last 25 years of his life, Allen Ginsberg championed a half-dozen young poets with some regularity. One of these poets was...

Yearning for homeland!

Marina Tsvetaeva

Yearning for homeland! Yearning for homeland! Long Exposed torment! It's completely all the same to me – Where completely alone To be, over which stones to trudge With a market tote, on the way home, Into a hous...

Poem

Nowhere to Go

Maria Lisella

Nowhere to Go A paw emerged threatening my conscience Your scent eludes me. A needle punctures a tire A bomb explodes Scoring the walls. Roof Dog, Ave. B, E. 4th & E. 5th St., 1981, photograph by Phili...

MONKEYS ON CRESTON AVENUE

Gil Fagiani

MONKEYS ON CRESTON AVENUE The Bronx, 1985 B--short for Beatrice--was the last of the Irish living at 2208 Creston Avenue. When I moved there in ‘75 her older brother was staying with her after a stroke prevented hi...

As The Insurance Dwindles

Dorothy Friedman

As The Insurance Dwindles In this house made of wood mother formulates ancestry cleans the fish and makes the rooms habitable despite the incessant drilling. As the insurance dwindles in each room an ornament rejoices...

Exiguity

Jeffrey Cyphers Wright

Exiguity I never get mad, I get even — written in glitter on the broad back of a fat man’s blue jean jacket. Everything faded except the dust & grease. Grace being a monument not to survival, but to resigna...

Moon Walk Blues

Yuko Otomo

Moon Walk Blues I’m not following the moon The moon is following me I just want to go home My hands are closed Half clawed But not fisted For I’m not angry I pace up & down To see the secret of summer I...