Neil Creighton A Beam of Light Scoff, you cynics, you observers of the here and now, but we are only our dreams so why shouldn’t I, with prophets and seers, float out of my darkened window on a beam of pure light, soaring high above the swamp and desert to see, just over the horizon, […]
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Meghan DePeau “Memory”
Meghan DePeau Memory -for survivors Memory is a slippery fish perfectly still just below the surface, flashing silver as it darts to a crevice, eyes always open. Meghan DePeau gets along well with kids, animals, and many adults.
Read MorePhillip Luke Sinitiere “Emotion’s Oxygen”
Phillip Luke Sinitiere Emotion’s Oxygen I want to crawl inside your skin and touch the imprint of what I have caressed only from a distance, which is to say, brush betwixt and between the glistening canyon of familiar terrain in which blistering lava’s silence speaks a language all our own. Phillip Luke Sinitiere teaches history […]
Read MoreMaia Evrona “Hidden Yiddish”
Maia Evrona Hidden Yiddish Perhaps there is memory growing out of oblivion, a miracle happening on a journey, as the nightingale sings an aching soliloquy buried in the forests of Poland. Maia Evrona would not dream of disturbing the mystery.
Read MoreJohanna Donovan “Ancestry”
Johanna Donovan Ancestry My mother’s hair lives on my head now, no happier than she was to live on one continent. Johanna Donovan is a woman of few words who loves this medium.
Read MoreX. P. Callahan “Illuminations”
X. P. Callahan Illuminations Three tents are on fire under the freeway over a smartphone dispute and here comes BART, a blue flash, the light of a thousand screens X. P. Callahan is the proprietor of CENTORAMA: The Happy Home of the Recombinant Poem (www.centoramapoems.com).
Read MoreDavid Adès “On the Cusp of Another Birthday”
David Adès On the Cusp of Another Birthday Shopping again at the Department Store of Loss — pockets full of the currency of memory — I talk to myself to breach the silence, marveling at how the stock has grown though nothing is on sale here, nothing is free, and at how easy it is […]
Read MoreHowie Good “A Small Cemetery in Texas”
Howie Good A Small Cemetery in Texas It makes no difference if you’re Spanish or white or whatever: when the wind blows too hard, it blows the flowers away. Prompted by https://www.nytimes.com/2017/11/08/us/sutherland-springs-cemetery.html Howie Good‘s latest book is “Hitchhiking Through the Apocalypse” (Grey Book Press).
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