Jenny Wade

Маяковский в 1913 году Я тебя в твоей не знала славе, Помню только бурный твой рассвет, Но, быть может, я сегодня впра...

Michael Randall

other nights I’ve heard it just outside the window fluttering in the dark, waiting now I’m not convinced the heart fails the spirit sputters all voices silent then choral music on the radio quiet at first b...

Pete Simonelli

The Good Shit We were told the bubbles should look like little pebbles you could pour clean into your hand. “Go on, shake it,” said Peanut, junk dealer, mechanic, and feral-cat wrangler by day, shiner by night. ...

Sharon Mesmer

Evil Polish Boners I don’t know what it is about spandex suits for wrestling and rowing, but they always seem to create the most evil Polish boners. The Polish boner is a boner that the Polish boner team created ...

Ron Kolm

My Sister is a pastor For a hospice In New Jersey— She’s part of a team That drives up and down The length of the state Helping the dying die. She spends her nights In motels and keeps her files In her car; her...

John S. Hall

April 30, 2012 (or thereabouts), Sensitive Skin celebrated the release of its 8th issue with a mondo reading at the Bowery Poetry Club. Essentially everybody who'd been in the magazine so far was invited, which was too many ...

Su Byron

DECEMBER Endless South I woke up and saw that it was winter. There were no birds, etc. Every piece of clothing inside my house was clean. Thank God. I looked into the mirror and saw that my eye was bright and b...

William Lessard

Paul Kelly First time I saw you you were riding a stolen motorcycle down the middle of our baseball field, the cops in hot pursuit. Last time I saw you ...

Les Bridges

Stuck on a Runway Thunderheads loom over Dallas. Stranded planes mill like nervous, 100-ton cattle, blood streaks across silver flanks. 185 strangers and I marinate ...