8 poems by / Wade German

SLEEP EATER  I harvest the sighs in the house of my hunger As sleepwalkers flood in the forest And the forest creatures are still asleep I move between spaces Opening spaces Drifting like dust through the flowers of dread As voices make night  In the blood of the desert Where the sun is a smouldering … Continue reading 8 poems by / Wade German

6 Poems by Jon Riccio

You Must Change Your Life with Kitchenware I soak a rolling pin in heirloom perfume,   hire a shoe shiner for companionship lonely as a city free of feet. I exculpate an omelet using Uri Geller’s cutlery. Parting gifts, a religion concession but you can’t blame spirituality for Teflon gospel-leaning. The snake charmer plays dead … Continue reading 6 Poems by Jon Riccio

What Beauty Kills To Live/ J. Karl Bogartte

What Beauty Kills To Live Leaving by mimicry, and vague arrival. The Dwellers of Wherewithal exist as upright foreshadowing, when the horizon is reversed. Becomes your body, when your body is transparent, ambedo of intrinsic gathering. Horizontal anesthetic for hand mirrors for Indio chimes and face pollen ricochet through birdlike rendering. The key to the … Continue reading What Beauty Kills To Live/ J. Karl Bogartte

حشرة النشوة الجنائزية / ميشيل الرائي

حشرة النشوة الجنائزيةالكتابة إلى Emmy Ball-Hennings لست مضطرًا لأن أخبرك أنني أهتم بها أكثر من أي شخص آخر ، إنها بالنسبة لي أجمل ما في المسرحية (…………) 121 2 4 55 4 34 5 66 5 410 13 3 27 7 7 7 78 19 111 110 9 8 7 65 4 3 2 1خياطة … Continue reading حشرة النشوة الجنائزية / ميشيل الرائي

Les Tentations de la matière /Joël Gayraud

Les Tentations de la matière Quand j’entrai pour la première fois dans l’atelier de Virginia Tentindo, je crus traverser le miroir. Là, dans une pénombre de forêt vierge parcourue d’impalpables bruissements d’ailes, des créatures d’argile, de marbre, de porphyre et de bronze m’attendaient depuis toujours. Elles posaient sur moi ce regard venu de très loin, si … Continue reading Les Tentations de la matière /Joël Gayraud

Doren Robbins / 2 poetic texts

Watch Dreams Don’t waste one drug for how hard it comes down on you, the congenital vengeance types couldn’t care less. Wouldn’t’ve been my choice. You’re gonna’ start now with what to have done otherwise?––Go eat the dung of wood peckers––the bottom of the pot you burned out of shape you’ll get a bill for … Continue reading Doren Robbins / 2 poetic texts

Border Voices / Anthology by Anthony Seidman

Petition to the Men in Masks Committing Their Raids Let the masked men mask their eyes so that they abuse themselves Let the masked men mask their greed so that they can’t distinguish the bribe’s amount Let the masked men unmask the condition of their anonymity so that they can’t commit      their abuses with … Continue reading Border Voices / Anthology by Anthony Seidman

The Mirror Has My HEAD / John Thomas Allen

John Thomas Allen is a 38 year old poet who really likes the idea of language as some liberatory power within the lost rooms of the human psyche. Some of his influences are writers like John Olson and Peter O Leary.   The Mirror Has My Head I watch my reflection bend in the street,in … Continue reading The Mirror Has My HEAD / John Thomas Allen


Bouquet Bouquet I say: a flower! And, out of the oblivion where my voice casts every contour, insofar as it is something other than the known bloom, there arises, musically, the very idea in its mellowness; in other words, what is absent from every bouquet. —Stephane Mallarmé What is poetry? It’s a thing of vision, … Continue reading BOUQUET / JOHN Olson

Five poems by Mark Young

A line from Kurt Gödel Candles may wear remote signaling devices. There are no staff-to-resident ratios. This separation of wish & fact has a new logo design that can be bought at Walmart, a highly stylized art deco realization of human activity conquering the wilderness. Each one with some- thing missing, just like the set … Continue reading Five poems by Mark Young