Mara Michael Jebsen i’m starting to be startled by the way time passes it seems to fall out like clumps of hair its November the Hudson river’s all gooseflesh and silver the history books sing of trains, souls boarding and riding till… More
I Am War – It erupts again, possessing in full, that fury to survive and acquit without shame.
For some, mere lines in sand, for me, echoing horror ringing from stone to stone from stump to stump.
I am changed, mild to fierce… More
Jesse Schweppe A singer cries in sunglasses to circulate the light, Brilliant on a Dixie snare. A drunk band assembles, As saints march in to the nickel of noon. The wind tossing on the Gulf of Mexico Was an historic phantom. Busy in war, citrus or gin, Henry followed life to a last public echo… More
Jonathan Dubow Wet as a blue eye, bare branches hung with pearls of dew. It is the melting season and we are in the muscles of each other`s hands, yours cold and dry, with hastily painted blue nails (from a party where you didn`t sleep and next morning I carried you from the car, light… More
Scott Hightower Chinese, Japanese, What Are These?, Nick Carbó Pecan Grove Press, 2009, 978-1-931247-64-1, $15 In a scene in the 1982 Ridley Scott movie, Blade Runner, Rachel, the lovely android replicant, corrects her human suitor Rick Deckard, “I am not in the business; I am the business.” Nick Carbó is a tricky author. His work… More
Simon Perchik It’s time! the ache side to side and across your forehead the wrinkles split open –the cramp comes into this world as the tightening grip that has your eyes, your cry takes you by the hand the way its shadow falls exhausted, in pain and now two mouths to feed though one is… More