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

Escapology

Richard Foerster To escape the cage locked with combinations long ago set to memory —there’s the trick. But rust can hold fast the once calculated fall of the tumblers, and the self find itself submerged in icy waters. Where then’s the oil of reason, and what contortion can dislodge a skeleton key stuck in the… More