Issue 3 Archives - My Site

Mastodon Issue 3 Archives - My Site

Ted Barron – Photographs

Ted Barron

A thief of the imagination, Ted Barron takes the photographs that we have in our heads. He came to NYC from St. Louis, a teenage East Village Tom Sawyer with a movie already lived that he made up in his head and began c...

Mercury

Craig Clevenger

Lyle let his engine rattle for a ten count before he killed the ignition and stepped out. The snuffed porch light and the blanket nailed across the apartment window served as warning that he had best signal his arrival, that...

Electronic Dialogue & other poems

Rebecca Weiner Tompkins

Electronic Dialogue I At my wife’s grave it's changed a lot in a month; someone's planted some forget me nots. It's windy and flower petals from the trees are making pink whirlwinds. https://www.youtube.com/watch?...

Maupin Row

Ron Kolm

We were totally unprepared for the winter of 1968; it was bleak and cold, and it seemed to last forever. My wife and I were from the North -- Reading, Pennsylvania -- and we had joined a government program to help organize ...

In Spite of the Devil

Spuyten Duyvil

Spuyten Duyvil names the creek that separates northern Manhattan from the Bronx. It is bastardized Dutch and might mean 'spitting devil' or spinning devil' in reference to the cross currents that boil the water at this junct...

Balloons, Beads

John Farris

“What you gonna be when you blow up? I bet you gonna be a balloon…kee kee kee!” That was Willie T’s salutation these days -- delivered with an eye-rolling guffaw registering satisfaction with his cho...

Bananas

Eddie Woods

The poem "Bananas" is a true story. I was flat broke in Hong Kong, strolling along Kowloon's Nathan Road vaguely wondering how to pay my rent. But also thinking poems. Suddenly this stunning black GI on R&R from Vietnam stop...

Vain Endeavor & other poems

Dan Sofaer

Vain Endeavor It was a vain endeavor. All the plants and leaves Took pity on it as it Hung out in the wind. Princesses noticed its Ridiculous asinine shadow As it hung out there torn For a moment and said Poor, po...