The Funeral of Henry von Reuter

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

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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

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Simon Perchik Again this shrub each Spring stirred by the same passion its leaves never forgot –one heart safely dead center the other rash brushes against your shoulder and goes one from there –they sense this bush is pregnant, feed it blooms and the root floats up so the child inside is born in the… More

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Simon Perchik Water doesn’t help, to bathe you leave the door open unclog the room, let its breeze drain and between the riverbanks a sky no star can climb without falling off in pieces broken apart from emptiness and the endless plunge back into a sea half shadow half some overgrown field that reappears in… More