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In This Dream

Rebecca Weiner Tompkins

IN THIS DREAM We are always dancing: you lift your arms above me like a bird in a summery place. Sometimes there is music and the softest shadows; other times the air carries us through the rhythm of tall, flat buil...

where night and day become one—the french poems /1983-2017 by Steve Dalachinsky—review

Valery Oisteanu

where night and day become one the french poems /1983-2017 by Steve Dalachinsky Great Weather for Media, NYC, 2018 Steve Dalachinsky is a poet /cultural reporter of our time, not only via his essays, but also through...

Street Photographs – Rick Piel

Rick Piel

I love looking at the world, especially cities, the way each neighborhood has its own look and feel. I can't paint, I'm a lousy poet. Photography is the perfect way to express my love. I've been documenting the streets of Wa...

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Snail Poem

Peter Orlovsky

Snail Poem Make my grave shape of heart so like a flower be free aired & handsome felt, Grave root pillow, tung up from grave & wigle at blown up clowd. Ear turnes close to underlayer of green felt moss & sound o...

A Hermit Has No Plural by Gabor G. Gyukics – Review

Ron Kolm

A Hermit Has No Plural by Gabor G. Gyukics, Singing Bone Press. A Hermit Has No Plural, a collection of poems by the great Hungarian writer, Gabor G. Gyukics, is wonderfully unique. It is a surrealist vision of a world...

The Gods

Jenny Seymore Montgomery

i. Pluto and Uranus. Shadows overhead at my birth during another nuclear test. Soon I will be blown across the kitchen by a toaster, blacken bulbs, sit in pits of Mount St. Helens’ ash, grieve the bulldozing of ever...

Sticky Fingers the Life and Times of Jann Wenner and Rolling Stone Magazine – review

Vincent Zangrillo

Sticky Fingers the Life and Times of Jann Wenner and Rolling Stone Magazine Joe Hagen. Alfred A. Knopf, $29.95 hardcover (545 pages) The title tells the tale: first the rock cultural reference, then the editor, then ...

I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream

Harlan Ellison

Limp, the body of Gorrister hung from the pink palette; unsupported—hanging high above us in the computer chamber; and it did not shiver in the chill, oily breeze that blew eternally through the main cavern. The body hung ...

Enthrall & Squalor: Photographing Downtown 1977-1987

John Weed

“Walking home at night was taking your life in your own hands.” Or so said one of the subjects of the documentary Blank City, about life in the East Village in the late seventies and early to mid-eighties. (By 1990, your...

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Tom Wolfe – Requiem for a Writer

Vincent Zangrillo

Tom Wolfe liked to match. When I saw him on the cross trainer at the gym in Southampton, pumping away, vigorously chewing a chiclet, his head bent over his Ichabod Crane frame, tall but exceedingly lank, his blonde bob part...