Emily, there aren’t a lot of feelings I feel that I don’t Google to understand what they are or try to search For self-validation & or even just random thoughts Once I was in Beijing & kept trying to Google things But it’s blocked in China BTW Baidu is a terrible Search engine I don’t […]
Poetry 103
Pier Wright: The Hibiscus, Key West
we shared thin, raw, slices of tuna, conch salad, cracked stone crab claws, drank dark rum, tripped over the noisy chickens on our way to your room. drank more rum from plastic cups, then a table broke, the matching chair in pieces, waltzing together across worn linoleum like aging Tantric porn stars. waking to Cuban […]
Pier Wright: Driveway poem
we arrived early at the house by the subshop after the bar closed it was cold and being new at love the only way we thought to keep warm was by undressing completely, with great urgency in the front seat of the Ford then my foot got stuck in the horn just as our friends […]
Gregory Wolff: Openings
It’s really something, to realize a pond is always in a state of becoming a bog, and then a sunbound field of timothy and rye. Yes, we like our meadows but any homesteader knows they have a mind of their own, how they send up gaunt fingers of sumac and maple saplings, how they pierce […]
Constant Williams: Chambered
Take them, he wept, his last request before he died. And we did. And they laid there in our home where we compartmentalized them into non-existence, ignored them like you might an older drunk at the bar who sits at your table and wants to be loved— or to score some cocaine—and then leaves after […]
Corrinne Schneider: 207 E. Nelson St.
I went back to my father’s house – The old maple tree out front is dying The one I studied from my bedroom window A hardened face where the limb’s been sawed off The old maple tree out front is dying Bark mottled gray, as if struck by lightning The one I studied from […]