When I moved to New York I got a job with Nice Titties/Show
Us Your Cock magazine. We were the competition and I wrote
the captions. Whenever the Village Voice used the phrase “post-
modern urban griot deconstr...
Rebecca Weiner Tompkins
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
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...
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
Motor city is not my home / but I love it just the same
Murder city, kill city ok but that’s just one way
to look at the place where so much comes from
and I know GM should have been allowed to fall but for all
Everyone in NY is dying of heat; everyone in SF is complaining that it's too damn cold. I don't know, it just feels like one of those Charles Bukowski days...
This one's called, "The Night I Killed Tommy". The video's old...
We'll be presenting a poem from Emily XYZ in issue 2. In the meantime, enjoy this piece, "Frank Sinatra," from Emily and Myers Bartlett, performed at the Cornelia Street Cafe in New York City, November 14, 2008.