Olive gulps spinach when a hillbilly gal steals Popeye the Sailor away from her and lays Swee’pea on her shoulder like sacked flour, cooing in her Patsy Cline legato: I’m the bitch goddess who’ll break your heart. Kudzu blooms (this episode takes place in the South) and everyone, even Wimpy, drinks fresh lemonade. Olive’s victorious […]
Poetry 63
Nate Chinen: On the Eve of John Coltrane’s 70th Birthday
and what is this that what is what is this that this that holds us together keeps the morning after lover the springtime walking a fine line the other guy the someday my two hips the smoking on the bus choking like the too hip junkie the wise one the always transcendent ultraviolet incandescent the […]
Amy Beeder: Blanca
She used to make him eggs with flowers. Wild white bulbs, pearl & ivory blossoms, beetle and night’s moth-mated buds that opened in the quick exchange of liquid yolk for omelet. Now when he hears her name he thinks of creamy flower buds unfolding sour & reluctant among fiddleheads or flame softening into fragrant oily […]