I delivered my heart to a crow, whose eyes touched the tincture of twilight. My borderless frame contained the ghost of three thousand years thought. I turned to the moon, the vacant mirror of poets… Read More »An Evening Prayer by David Hay
For Elizabeth V. Aldrich (1992-2022) who I didn’t really know— Good nothing. Top of the nothing to you. It’s Nothing in America. Just call me Angel, of the Nothing, baby. Just touch my cheek before… Read More »ERIS by Jesse Hilson
Hello, bozoGood day, bozoYou’re my Valentine, bozoYou’re in my will, bozoYour grant’s been approved, bozoWe’re extending you a line of credit, bozoI see you’ve been flossing, bozoI see you’ve been exercising, bozoYou’re the top of… Read More »You Seem So Healthy, Bozo by Z.H. Gill
i don’t know how to write for you Grandpamy favorite poet jumped off the Washington Avenue Bridge in 1972 i love you, though we was distantlyalways did, do, you seethis is not easy for me,writing,… Read More »i can’t write anymore by Adam Johnson
Regarding spontaneous music circuitry and ectoplasmic musical practice let us first consider the following: The human field of possible events which can process and convert this raw voice data- they are a function of the… Read More »Dead Voices Feedback Looping by Wayne Mason
Misery’s head is a hangin low[speaking of hanging]he is near a creek bed, November, standing, not nearly aplomb,having lost his reusable grocer’s bag, and notknowing whether he’ll wake in the morning ta-marraw his friend died,… Read More »Goodbye Misery by Adam Johnson
The magicicada have been living quietlyunder my ribcagein nymph formfor seventeen yearsSilently observing my inner workingsmy maturing Now they emergewith a deafening sounda flight of musical notesfrom some double forte experimental jazz gone wrongThey don’t… Read More »Periodic Cicada by Michele Rule
As someone who never walks by a car they didn’t want someone to shove them in frontado unto other has always been a hangman’s knot offeringspeaking in tongues and not the good ones not the… Read More »Golden Tool by Joshuwawa Maza
Suspended insignificanceAn antSuckingAlien vortexInto the black eyeWith crow’sAnglesRipplingThe dreadful fortitudinous seaChurningA spectralSpherical rushingLooping vacantNull squalorExpelledAnd coatedExistentialDreadThe sheerFullnessAnd severityOf the multitudeUniversalMeeting pointThe visionFrom beyondReached its handsOf nothingnessThrough eyesOf EigengrauInabilityTo orientateThe selfWith experienceAn environmentScaleSo vastDevoidOf even voidOnly… Read More »The Dreadful Fortitudinous Sea by Michael Pollentine
OUTING DARWIN at first, it was more a suggestionthan a demand-cell installed in ear canalancient Greek whispered tonew Venetian sunken to the knees so I cried gull, answered crow,fashioned from smearson roughened clay walls then,… Read More »2 Poems by Jay Passer