Randi Hoffman

Salt Water Riding the waves with my father at the Jersey Shore, I feel seaweed wrapping around my legs and taste the salt water of the Atlantic Ocean. I am eight years old, and I love the ocean smell and the glaring hot ...

Deborah Pintonelli

Let’s Get Rid of Nature (for Peter Christensen) Nature, you’re just a bad mother. Provoker of cycles of neverending Thickening and thinning. Emptying and refilling. You’re just a sentimental journey you sentime...

Yuko Otomo

nightscape (for Steve) in the distant darkness an ocean crashes against itself it is silent you stand & look at waves as if they were a fatal dream reality pity, charity or love of any kind do not weig...

Bonny Finberg

First Ladies First i The gold on the lamp is the gold on the chair is the gold on her cheeks and slitted eyes. Her skin, scrubbed to red, the frost on her face matters, fostered in dungeons, by ogres and witches...

Thurston Moore

o shitty guitar o shitty guitar we walk down the bowery down the street flashing time ginsberg orlovsky sitting stoops holding hands (on the subway) how dare they beautiful in the heat daring daring young old me...

Bud Smith

A Crushed Pepsi Can Floats Down your side of the world is flooded mine is on fire helicopters circle dropping emptied juice boxes candy bar wrappers crusts from sub-par sandwiches these days even god has a day job ...

Mitch Corber

A Hundred Tongues A hundred tongues lead me to steer the impossible far-gone conclusions of a sleuth chewing on a clue. In turning an inner ear to the serious nature of plates, I break one, to see what it’s made of....

Joseph P. O'Brien

Dorothy Parker Will Have Her Revenge on Manhattan Sipping gin & mercury at dawn's bloodthirsty light, she hears the harlequins throb inside their wombs, and she whispers: "God have mercy." Below the maddened crowd, ...