THE STATE OF AFFAIRS by Douglas Polk
THE STATE OF AFFAIRS
by Douglas Polk
The State of Affairsignorance now,the reality,yet knowledge accumulated,easily and endlessly,everyday,on the web,yet surprisingly,isolated,the process of thought atrophies,while interaction becomes more difficult,with each passing day,more like a herd of sheep,or...
A PIECE OF TIME by Peycho Kanev
A PIECE OF TIME
by Peycho Kanev
The Hospital
Snow-white and farinaceous andlittle green.
Tall windowsand birds on the branches outsidelike in an aquarium.Squeak of rubbers solesand wheels on the linoleum.
Then a scream echoes that quickly fades away.It...
TOO MANY WORDS by Mukund Gnanadesikan
TOO MANY WORDS
by Mukund Gnanadesikan
Too Many Words
Obfuscate if you mustIf it helps assuage the sicknessThat roils your conscienceCausing fever and deliriumExcuse me if the corners of my mouthRemain unmoved by your gyrationsOf flowing lingual...
TEXAS TOWER by Mickey J. Corrigan
TEXAS TOWER
by Mickey J. Corrigan
Texas Tower
You set your sites onthe highest point in townwith a maximum rangeand full inaccessibilityfor the enemy below.Who is the enemy nowyou wonder as you driveto the university and riseto...
A PLACE CALLED HOME by Diana Papazian
A PLACE CALLED HOME
by Diana Papazian
A place called homeI'm from a place of endless nightsof conversations by the kitchen stove.I'm from a place where people smile,yet their eyes betray generations of sorrow and misplaced hope.Where...
THE WALT WHITMAN BRIDGE by Steven Goff
THE WALT WHITMAN BRIDGEby Steven Goff
Ferris Wheel
At the impetus of fortune or fate,you and I have stolen ourselves away to the confinesof a bucket seatand are lifted easily like silver hands traversing pearl inlayon...
KA OCEAN by Daniel King
KA OCEAN
by Daniel King
Ka Ocean
Oceans form with an oboe call;Brahma’s seas with a Tritonic horn.Now the sea is a blue spinel;Now the sea is a sparkling gemstone.Cabochon floats its topaz egg,Shabda on all the...
REVOLT by George Held
REVOLT
by George Held
On St. Cecilia’s Day 22 November
From harmony, from heav’nly harmony This universal frame began . . .—John Dryden, “A Song for St. Cecilia’s Day, 1687”
They don’t make saints like you anymore...