BALM by Gale Acuff
BALMBy Gale Acuff
Balm
After Sunday School I came home to sinagain, my folks smoking in the kitchenand gulping Yuban and not even dressedand Father unshaven and dishes inthe sink for me to wash later and...
ROMANCE OF THE MASK by Frederick Pollack
ROMANCE OF THE MASKBy Frederick Pollack
Kin
By the late seventeenth century he isat least possible, crying “Bring outyour dead” and breaking intohouses where the distinctionis moot; where the doctorswith great beaked masks full of posieshave...
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WALKING by Patrick Hurley
WALKING…selectionsBy Patrick Hurley
#categories collapse in upon themselvesstrange instruments reshapethe structure of space
random interpretations of irregularitywill hold meaning ifone seeks it
vague constructions are part of theadditive art but who shaves awaysuperfluous matter?
#one night in springjupiter...
TAPESTRY by Natasha Zarine
TAPESTRYBy Natasha Zarine
IncarnaratedClutching the rolls of youDrip latent constellationsEnchained by taboo.But when I howl of pleasureI never think of you.
Raping myself, I caressEvery tingling motionFeeling what will not exist.Like a harp, I pluckMyself to...
WHAT WAS THAT CITY by Mary Crow
WHAT WAS THAT CITYBy Mary Crow WHAT WAS THAT CITY―after Cavafy What city tangled me in its sandy roots,led me into desert, where I gasped at vastness and vacancy, pyramids fringingmiles of nothing growing, a void I vanished...
MORE by Chris Fields
MOREBy Christopher Fields More Why seek anything morethan a life that slips frictionlessly by?I want more. I want a life that lashes;I want a life that grinds and scrapes,that prunes away weak piecesexposing lurid truths beneath.I...