Plum Summer

Stephen Massimilla Black horses have a deep blue tint to their eyes; in the plum-dark night they hang in the depths of sleep; and like the sheen of an equine haunch, the fruit’s black skin magnetizes touch, misted veil of questions broken by the press of my thumb. I would bite into this sweet, cool… More

Vowels

Stephen Massimilla -After Rimbaud A black, E white, I red, U green, O blue—vowels, One day I’ll tell your secret origins:
 A, black hairy corset of dazzling flies
 That boom around cruel stenches, Gulfs of shadow; E, candor of steams and tents,
 Proud glacier spears, white kings, shivers of Queen-Anne’s-lace;
 I, maroons, spat blood, laughter… More