I would like to write the fistfight poem, which I have never had the pleasure of (I hit him once but he wouldn’t hit me back) or I might visit a prostitute (girl, woman, professional or not) and then confess to you my shame (oh, to be the doer of the deed!)— the death of […]
Poetry 80
Kathryn Hunt: The Visitation
Last night a black fox came to the door, its eyes turning to ice when the light caught them. It considered me through the glass, loped away while I ran room to room to go on seeing. At the hour for zazen I ate chocolate instead. A bird pecked away at a tree like my […]
James Engelhardt: Regarding the Distance Between Our Suburbs
It was bitter vacation he will tell you, an ocean of stinging and poisonous things. Nightclubs of women wearing only three starfish, drinking curaçao, not sharing black cigarettes with him. Home is not vacation, the bitter man will say, at home, children come to the capitol for the football championship. They are soft and incomplete […]
Rob Talbert: The Last Scene in Casablanca
Everything’s already for sale so I shoplifted color from the world, brought you and I closer to static on dead channels. Now I confuse flowers with garbage. Now I can say your eyes are the same as airplanes. I still desire flight in this world, waiting greedily for my turn, my path through the city. […]
Mathias Svalina: The Spy
(for 12 or more players) Four beanbags or rubber balls are used in this game. Beanbags can be made from shells or wooden blocks. Beanbags should be heavy. So heavy that the child can barely hold them. So heavy that if the child wanted to steal one & take it home he would tire while […]
Tomaz Salamun: Stork, Lift Your Weight!
Oh blindness with red cherry hands behind a wire that bars escape from the tunnel! Blindness is a bowl. I am blind, I am blind! Blindness is terrible rusted wheelbarrows with skin, smoldering marble. Blindness is a handkerchief. Everybody is counting eyes! Blindness is Christ’s wounds with a grid of netting. Saws and files being […]