Eve Packer

in the realm of i was heading west from ave b between 1st & 2nd, a storefront opposite the Gas Station, to do the errand i had been asked, i was heading to e. 3rd between 1st & 2nd, to a building where dave burrell...

Arthur Nersesian

EAST VILLAGE REMAINS Last night in East Village the garbage was tossed out only to wash ashore along 2nd Avenue resold by peddlers, bought by the hopeless few who see a nostalgia, a bargain, who take it home try ...

Sarah Bernstein

Perfect Precise line Formed On top of Precise line Invisibly Perfect Excel at Gluing at Handwriting at Removing Splinters Cutting Bangs Perfect Feeling Walk on Hot sand Hand on Stove Fingers in Oil Boil...

Walt Whitman

I Sing the Body Electric —1— I sing the body electric, The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them, They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, And discorrupt them, and charge ...

Dennis Cruz

before we could speak the specter of death smiling, Cleopatra uncrossing her legs. a small glimpse into the infinite then it’s over a bad dream lingering like egg yolk or menstrual blood on your tongue I w...

Ron Kolm

Classical Music Lover I was sitting behind the cash register In Eastside Bookstore On a warm summer afternoon In June, 1976. The evening junkie group nod Hadn’t started yet, But they would eventually Shuffle in...

Phillip Giambri

The Meaning of Existence Two grungy old winos with damaged faces, sitting on the window ledge of the vitamin store on First Ave @ 14th sharing a bottle in a bag, bummin’ smokes from passersby, and discussing ...

Jim Leftwich

Puzzles Partly, He Shoe Moments falsify no aspect of talisman or tale. Nor talus as source of value, nor described by the book in uncharted enchantment, entire hand-picked shifting presents, p resents, pre sents, shriek s...

Tom Savage

The Last Time I Met Allen Ginsberg I was walking through Tompkins Square Park About two years after the brain surgery From which I was still recovering. I saw Allen. He came toward me. He touched me in the center of ...

Michael Lindgren

Siren It calls, of course: a deep whisper asking for the slender trickle, to dim the corners and elevate. To spread warmth, dissipate, cajole, enjoin. Answer the call. Thin air, cold snow, speak plainly about p...