THE NARRATOR AND THE POET by Korkut Onaran
THE NARRATOR AND THE POET
It snowed all day
and now, although in a timid way,
sun is shining through the clouds
like a small but slowly growing hope,
and it is casting shadows
of...
HANDS by Milton Ehrlich
HANDS
Can pluck a Stradivarius,
sculpt a David out of marble,
pleasure oneself, or a loving partner,
scratch an itch, pick your nose, wipe your ass,
write a play, applaud and give a standing ovation,
tie a shoelace or...
MATTER OF LYING by Terry Brinkman
Matter of Lying
Midnight was my worst time for walking so terrifying
Two or Three opinions on the matter of lying
Modality of the bulimic
Her sunshade scented of urine flux
Acid smoke light from gun powder patronymic
Cakey sand...
