Jane Ormerod

Bunny Embers A melody ponytail, a middle-name smile, an old-fashioned jig with the neighbors. A wipe of the windscreen, sunscreen. Gimme the Carter, the Marlowe, the town protector, the well-breakfasted, the special ones ...

Christopher Romero

No Blink In patched Victorian Iron Fast, fibrous, connected tendrils She closed her eyelids reflecting the rays of inspection The surface appears, sparkles, flattened day time fireworks Sideways tall marsh grass and c...

Thurston Moore

Rabo de Peixe What brings terror into your life nothing really It's a misunderstanding of nature A single plant of its own color, yellow ...

Charlotte Jackson

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn Turned out the man at the bar was a neighborhood guy; grew up around here, back in the day. He and Tim got talking about the bad old days, before “Bed Stuy, Do or Die” was a motto on a...

D. James Smith

It's Like This Coming when I call my daughters two fortune tellers wet heads wrapped in towels sit down with their tumble of questions nearly fitting the puzzle I’ve made of myself yes they’re ready offering thei...

Cassandra Dallett

Ted Nugent Says All hunts are pure trophy meat fun. Ted says every sacred part of precious animal meat, claws, skull, sinew, body fluids, blood, organs, teeth, skin, hair, tongue, eyeball are renewable. Ted say...

Amy Barone

Passion Sunday Furtively, I watch him wipe blood from tracks on his arm before I leave for Palm Sunday Mass. He swore he didn’t — only pot, which he grows in a closet. Still. Leaving wasn’t going to be easy....

Eve Packer

trump defeats kanye reads the newspaper headline a cartoon kanye holds up on the cover of the sept 14th newyorker, and tho i am a huge b blitt fan, it makes me mad, no hint of 9/11 and why wld you gift the donald ...

Anton Yakovlev

1 An old man walked his black dog past a courthouse on his way toward some memory indicator. A faint bouquet barely hidden under his coat, he watched the world with anniversary eyes. They passed a dry steering wheel...

Sue Rynski

My work is about rock and roll, specifically the rock and roll environment(s) I live in, the subculture. In 1977, just after art school, I fell into the art-and-punk Detroit scene with my friends Destroy All Monsters (the ro...