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Monthly Archives: April 2014
Monday with Pessoa: Who Are You, Reading Me?
I am like the sun shining on a cold day. You will not see me or feel me for I have already died. And if I have properly discovered the truth of consciousness then you only experience me through your … Continue reading
Three Books by Seann McCollum
1. shoplift a six-pack of love from the plaid pantry of my heart The 49 short prose pieces in this book will make you laugh and they just might put a hairline crack in your little heart.
Guest Poet: Seann McCollum
Pop-up Book The rooms of the house Faded and folded flat Ready to spring back up When you crack the spine I tape over the windows Staple the doors shut Erase the doorknobs Scribble over the locks You will … Continue reading
Guest Poet: Angela Forret
golden rooms i want you to follow these steps forget form in this fiction it is the ability to move to create action friction between us without going under drowning in that made up benediction that crossed … Continue reading
Robert Vaughan and Breathless
Breathless for Robert Vaughan I dreamed that you had died and there would be no more from you but that what you had given we’d take and parse and continue to chew passing from mouth to mouth, as we always … Continue reading
More Swiftly Continually in Evening
(an Ashbery remix)* for Victoria The disquiet of early missteps impeded our understanding of late afternoon, while our bed’s confusion warns away snap judgments made anyway, already, and anyhow through the open window a band of marauding children add color … Continue reading
Guest Poet: Joy Ann Jones
Moon Song The moon sang the sun out but not for long. You spread my hair over fever chills like a paisley shawl. Your tears ran down my face a spirit veil, wet lace. Your lips walked from one … Continue reading