• Lily Pons 1937

    Potentially Dedicated – “Una Voce Poco Fa” from The Barber of Seville by Gioachino Rossini

      Una voce poco fa A voice has just qui nel cor mi risuonò; echoed here into my heart il mio cor ferito è già, my heart is already wounded e Lindor fu che il piagò. and it was Lindoro who shot. Sì, Lindoro mio sarà; Yes, Lindoro will be mine lo giurai, la vincerò. […]

  • Dream of Naturalist by Jeanna DArt

    “Reckless Poem” by Mary Oliver

      “Today again I am hardly myself. It happens over and over. It is heaven-sent. It flows through me like the blue wave. Green leaves – you may believe this or not – have once or twice emerged from the tips of my fingers somewhere deep in the woods, in the reckless seizure of spring. […]

  • Ahmed Faoud Negm

    “Mother Egypt” (1969) by Ahmed Fouad Negm

      “Let our words be preceded by our greetings to all who are listening, Little sparrow chirping rhymed words full of meaning About a dark land, a moon, A river, a boat and a shore, And fellow travelers on a hard journey And an image of a huge gathering And processions Reflected in the eyes […]

  • Angel 9 by Zena Holloway

    “Color As Beginning” by Richard Brautigan

      “Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair”   {Image: Angel 9 by Zena Holloway}

  • Nice Pair by Małgorzata Wielek-Mandrela

    “Low Note” by Craig Morgan Teicher

    1. There is nowhere to begin. I know nothing of rivers except that this one seems soft and kind from this distance. I look everywhere for kindness, a gentle, generous reception for myself. I was brought up to believe the world should be fair, but not that I should have to make it so.   […]

  • Lost Credit by Sudhir Pandey

    “Let’s Die Rich” by Joe Deluca

      “Did I just steal your wallet And move into a small-town library? The answer is complicated but tonight I’m going to read Goodnight Moon to all your credit cards I’m going to wonder where you are Below these Mongolian dictionaries and astrological maps Wallace Stevens calls me crying He wants to talk about your […]

  • Kurt Sutter Photo by David Strick

    Screenwriter, Director and Producer Kurt Sutter’s Advice to Writers

      “This is what I know: My path to writing was incredibly circuitous, so I wouldn’t recommend my career approach.  It took me a long time to find my voice and realize that my need for expression could be expedited through a keyboard.  I had a dozen careers before I landed on The Shield and […]

  • Nude on a Sofa by Francois Boucher

    “To His Mistress Going to Bed” by John Donne

        “Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy, Until I labour, I in labour lie. The foe oft-times having the foe in sight, Is tir’d with standing though he never fight. Off with that girdle, like heaven’s Zone glistering, But a far fairer world encompassing. Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear, That […]

  • Romeo and Juliet Opening Line Words Cloud

    In the Beginning… Opening Lines from the Greatest Literature – Part I

      {Image: Words Cloud of Opening line of Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare}

  • Orfeo ed Euridice Lawrence Zazzo and Isabel Bayrakdarian in the Canadian Opera Company Photo by Michael Cooper

    Potentially Dedicated – Melody of “Orfeo ed Euridice” by Christoph Willibald Gluck

        {Image: Lawrence Zazzo and Isabel Bayrakdarian in the Canadian Opera Company’s production of Orfeo ed Euridice. Photo: Michael Cooper}

  • Las Delicias Bakery NYC

    “A Couple of Challahs” by Kika Stayerman

      On a Friday I was passing by Union Square in NYC, where the Greenmarket is held every week. From a distance I heard someone shouting ‘Jews are pigs!’ ‘Jews are thieves!’ I made my way towards the shouting and found a guy standing in front of a Kosher stand of an old religious man […]

  • Dialogue from DNA Photo by Sunhi Mang

    “Beginning, End” by Jessica Soffer

    “You were born. You named yourself. You walked your turtle. You went to school. You had dirty feet. You lay in a field. You piled into the Vanagan. You carried signs. You grew long legs. You met someone. You were just a kid. You didn’t keep it. You got into college. You moved east. You […]

  • Adonis by Magali Delporte

    “Celebrating Childhood” by Ali Ahmad Said Esber [Adonis]

      “Even the wind wants to become a cart pulled by butterflies.   I remember madness leaning for the first time on the mind’s pillow. I was talking to my body then and my body was an idea I wrote in red.   Red is the sun’s most beautiful throne and all the other colors […]

  • Thomas Merton

    “The Blessed Virgin Mary Compared to a Window” by Thomas Merton

      “Because my will is simple as a window And knows no pride of original birth, It is my life to die, like glass, by light: Slain in the strong rays of the bridegroom sun. Because my love is simple as a window And knows no shame of original dust, I longed all night, (when […]

  • Carolyn Kizer

    “Food of Love” by Carolyn Kizer

                       Eating is touch carried to the bitter end. Samuel Butler II I’m going to murder you with love; I’m going to suffocate you with embraces; I’m going to hug you, bone by bone, Till you’re dead all over. Then I will dine on your delectable marrow.   You will become my personal Sahara; […]

  • The Confession by Molteni Giuseppe

    “Confession” by Kika Stayerman

      “Bless me father, for I have loved. Here is how my sin goes:   Host at the head Hostess at the foot This was our dalliance dinner.   The room: It was effeminate with insatiable licentiousness The conversation: Started estranged, soft and wide. He fawned over me with ample time.   You see, the […]

  • Red Socks by Artur Muharremi

    “What to Do” by Ron Padgett

      “”Show, don’t tell,” they say, and I agree: so here, take a look at my naked body, of which I will tell you nothing, and here is my naked soul, into which I will jump with both feet clad only in socks, bright red ones from which sparks are flying as I whiz into […]

  • Blaise Cendrars, June 1948. Photo Walter Carone

    Blaise Cendrars on Writing “Moravagine”

      How I Wrote Moravagine (Found Documents)   The first document I find is dated: Paris, November 1912. Easter in New York had just appeared. I had begun the Transsiberian. I was hard up at the time, working odd jobs in the book trade (a translation of The Memoirs of a German Opera Singer for […]

  • Kfir Lev in Studio by Haya Mosak

    Who Seeks Finds Interview with Israeli Sculptor Kfir Lev

      “And there were other rocks that were like animals, creeping, horrible animals, putting out their tongues, and others were like words I could not say, and others like dead people lying on the grass. I went on among them, though they frightened me, and my heart was full of wicked song they put into […]

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    “Tunings” by Rob Cook

      “I touched a white key and the glaciers departed the piano’s chasms. (Like you, it was tuned to the passing snow.)I touched a black key that commanded the night closer and could feel the sound of soil, thunder gardened by men surviving on false Mozart scores of pitch-black ice. I could not heal the […]

  • Anne Lamott

    Life Sentences – “Bird by Bird” by Anne Lamott

    I get up. I walk. I fall down. Meanwhile, I keep dancing. […] You double up therapy sessions for a few weeks sit in your car in the garage with the engine running and listening to a Leslie Gore CD or call Jack Kevorkian and see if he can squeeze you in, until you’re back […]

  • Reason by Warren Wright

    “Jettison Seeking Fulfillment In Lunacy” by Yannis Livadas

      “I feel so bad I want To write a poem A masterpiece like this in The stuffy room Obituaring in exchange of an imaginary epigram. I’m indifferent to the secrets of the universe, I return to this margin like a stray dog To demonstrate lonesome that failed To abandon the earth, the booze And […]

  • Reginald Dwayne Betts

    “For you: Anthophilous, Lover of Flowers” by Reginald Dwayne Betts

      “For you: anthophilous, lover of flowers, green roses, chrysanthemums, lilies: retrophilia, philocaly, philomath, sarcophilous—all this love, of the past, of beauty, of knowledge, of flesh; this is catalogue & counter: philalethist, negrophile, neophile. A negro man walks down the street, taps Newport out against a brick wall & stares at you. Love that: lygophilia, […]

  • The Commonwealth Bank Tap Ad

    Best Ads – Commonwealth Bank Can Tap

        The Commonwealth Bank campaign promotes its Android and iPhone compatible Tap & Pay PayTag, which allows customers to use their mobile to pay at any MasterCard PayPass terminal. The ad, from M&C Saatchi, showcasing two sprightly tap dancers and takes the ‘tap’ in Tap & Pay literally to promote the product. The Song: […]

  • Marlon Brando on Broadway by Eliot Elisofon

    ‘Hey, Stella!’ – The Most Imitated and Famous Cinema Scenes Explained

      “I’ve always thought that one benefit of acting is that it gives actors a chance to express feelings that they are normally unable to vent in real life.”  – Marlon Brando   Originally called The Poker Night it had been renamed A Streetcar Named Desire. The role of Stanley Kowalski was initially set for […]

  • Echoes of Ruth by Anshu Kumar

    Potentially Dedicated – “Miserere Mei, Deus” by Gregorio Allegri

    The original text in Latin: Miserere mei, Deus: secundum magnam misericordiam tuam. Et secundum multitudinem miserationum tuarum, dele iniquitatem meam. Amplius lava me ab iniquitate mea: et a peccato meo munda me. Quoniam iniquitatem meam ego cognosco: et peccatum meum contra me est semper. Tibi soli peccavi, et malum coram te feci: ut justificeris in […]

  • Walt Whitman, 1891 Photo by Samuel Murray

    “A Supermarket in California” by Allen Ginsberg

    What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations! What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at […]

  • Contemporary Masterclass Bruno Feb 2014

    “No Hearts Were Broken in the Living of this Life” by Kika Stayerman

    Feeding on dreams. In a stage of unfamiliarity. Let’s say we meet. Wooden floor. A carpet. A big mirror to document our dancing silhouettes. Two Bourbons. A dark daytime. A ray of sun kissing through a crack. A few microscopic creatures. For the life of me. A breath away. Sitting, folding palms in my lap. […]

  • Albert Ayler. Photo by Michael Snow

    “Albert Ayler” by Yannis Livadas

      “The East River at the level of the docks at Congress Street in Brooklyn was baptized with your corpse – Your dive was a grandeur, your black and white beard a cry to the black bed of disaster, and that daybreak on shore someone was burning like a cigarette inside autumn gazing down into […]

  • Sappho Lyrischer Text

    Fragment 31 by Sappho

      “He seems to me equal to the gods that man whoever he is who opposite you sits and listens close      to your sweet speaking and lovely laughing — oh it puts the heart in my chest on wings for when I look at you, even a moment, no speaking      is left in […]

  • Giorgio Tozzi

    Potentially Dedicated – “Vecchia Zimarra Senti” by Giacomo Puccini

    Vecchia zimarra, senti, io resto al pian, tu ascendere il sacro monte or devi. Le mie grazie ricevi. Mai non curvasti il logoro dorso ai ricchi ed ai potenti. Passâr nelle tue tasche come in antri tranquilli filosofi e poeti. Ora che i giorni lieti fuggîr, ti dico: addio, fedele amico mio. Addio, addio. * […]

  • Olena Kalytiak Davis - Illustration by Patrick Morgan

    “Sweet Reader, Flanneled and Tulled” By Olena Kalytiak Davis

    “Reader unmov’d and Reader unshaken, Reader unseduc’d    and unterrified, through the long-loud and the sweet-still    I creep toward you. Toward you, I thistle and I climb.   I crawl, Reader, servile and cervine, through this blank    season, counting—I sleep and I sleep. I sleep, Reader, toward you, loud as a cloud and deaf, Reader, deaf […]

  • Osvaldo Cavandoli

    In Praise of the Greatest Illustrators: Osvaldo Cavandoli

    If you were a child around the 70s or 80s, pretending to be sick just so you can stay home and watch one more episode of La Linea, you are not alone. La Linea was an animated illustration Italian series of 2-3 minutes long episodes, featuring Mr. Linea, made out of a single drawn line […]

  • The Pity by Maury Gortemiller

    “Some Day, No Matter What” by Kika Stayerman

    “The stories you keep telling yourself each morning when you wake up. What if self-fulfilling prophecy works? What if you decide to blossom? If you wish, as I do Give me a lesson in generosity and let me know now. Let me see a man without an ego or unselfish genes Kindness is not a […]

  • Rustin Cohle

    Best Scenes – Of Religion from “True Detective”

    RUSTIN COHLE What do you think the average IQ of this group is, huh? MARTIN HART Can you see Texas up there on your high horse? What do you know about these people? RUSTIN COHLE Just observation and deduction. I see a propensity for obesity, poverty, a yen for fairy tales, folks putting what few […]

  • Norman Granz' Jazz at the Philharmonic Vol. 6 10

    “Jazz Fan Looks Back” by Jayne Cortez

      “I crisscrossed with Monk Wailed with Bud Counted every star with Stitt Sang “Don’t Blame Me” with Sarah Wore a flower like Billie Screamed in the range of Dinah & scatted “How High the Moon” with Ella Fitzgerald as she blew roof off the Shrine Auditorium                              Jazz at the Philharmonic   I […]

  • Pretend to Sleep 2010 (bed) by Robyn Nesbitt

    “On Lying in Bed” by G. K. Chesterton

      Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a coloured pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling. This, however, is not generally a part of the domestic apparatus on the premises. I think myself that the thing might be managed with several pails of Aspinall and […]

  • Kai Carlson-Wee by John Haynes

    “Thresher” by Kai Carlson-Wee

      “There has to be a tree. There has to be a sky. There has to be a chicken-hawk skating the dust rising out of a thresher. A ploughboy walking with a turtle in the head-high corn. There has to be a pool with a swirly slide entering the water. A chain-link cut by the […]

  • Montserrat Caballè

    Potentially Dedicated – “Dopo l’oscuro Nembo” by Vincenzo Bellini

          {Image: Young Montserrat Caballè}  

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    “The Shoulders of Women” by Jeffrey Harris

      “Bored by the featureless speeches at the fundraising dinner, I scan the hotel ballroom for something to look at and discover (thank God for sleeveless dresses!) the shoulders of women, pale moons aglow above the linen-covered tables. Smooth and rounded like the neighboring breasts, they are less obvious and more complex, their inner mechanism […]

  • The Graves of the Condemned Werner Herzog

    Best Scenes – Of A Squirrel from “Into the Abyss”

        The full film can be watched here.   {Image: The Graves of the Condemned in Into the Abyss film by Werner Herzog. Source}

  • Rabindranath Tagore

    “Unending Love” by Rabindranath Tagore Read by Michael J. Hummingway

      “I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times… In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age, forever. […]

  • Scat Jazz Club

    “Fullblast Forever” by Yannis Livadas

      “Shocking situation       of limits in the boundless confinement of the           compression – you fling out your go on you speak you whistle   Ornette where is your situation heading to where                  your typhoon breath                  uproots palm-trees                  on the beach of legitimacy                  – desert storm and wilderness                  of […]

  • Nicholson Baker

    Life Sentences – “U & I” by Nicholson Baker

    But as I struggled to formulate something that sounded unmannered, I noticed that there was a morally bothersome taint to the effort I was making.  […] That phrase which reviewers take such pains to include when delivering their judgments – when they say that among living writers so-and-so is or isn’t of the first rank […]

  • CHRIST CITY- EXTRUSION by Rodolphe Martinez

    “Fixation” by Ron Padgett

      “It’s not that hard to climb up on a cross and have nails driven into your hands and feet. Of course it would hurt, but if your mind were strong enough you wouldn’t notice. You would notice how much farther you can see up here, how there’s even a breeze that cools your leaking […]

  • Pop Christ by Matteo Silva

    Potentially Dedicated – “Spem in alium” by Thomas Tallis

      ——————————————————————————————————————       {Image: Pop Christ by Matteo Silva}  

  • Openings by Peter Benkmann

    “As I Open the Window” A Jazzy Reading by Kenneth Patchen

        {Image: Openings by Peter Benkmann}

  • Listen It Is Raining by Brian K. Wulf

    “To A Rill” by Sara Burant

      “After days of rain I, too, want the willingness of the ground to furrow, to be filled water spilling, the whole hill sprung awake, world before waters were made distinct from land. Who are you? Who am I? The two of us thrilling these moments through the muck, spending ourselves in fugitive song.”   […]

  • Dismantling… Wanting To Understand What’s Before My Eyes #4 David A Burrows

    “Temple” by Jeffrey Harrison

      “Not a place of worship exactly but one I like to go back to and where, you could say, I take sanctuary: this smooth area above the ear and around the corner from your forehead, where your hair is as silky as milkweed. The way to feel its featheriness best is with the lips. […]

  • Venezia by Mina Hasman

    “Venezia” by Jack Hirschman

      “I was enraged at your body Venezia, when I first saw your bauble shops, chic chicanery that cried out, “Buy my glittering dribble of an awful orgasm spurted onto my Rialto Bridge thighs!” Slowly I found your side-streets where you practice s strolling stillness without any engine sounds, under a sky turning into the […]

  • Kay Ryan

    “Waste” by Kay Ryan

      “Not even waste is inviolate. The day misspent, the love misplaced, has inside it the seed of redemption. Nothing is exempt from resurrection. It is tiresome how the grass re-ripens, greening all along the punched and mucked horizon once the bison have moved on, leaning into hunger and hard luck.” *** From Say Uncle. […]

  • Semi Selfie November 2014

    “Now I Know You” by Kika Stayerman

    “Of too much was your touch of too little time of you, again against me. Of eyes looking through me looking away. Of a mouth, saying Saying too much, saying not a thing. Saying ‘Now I know you.’ Your verbs and nouns aren’t enough for what I feel, nor do mine. Wreck your language, wake […]

  • Smoking Area by Mario Rossi

    “The Day You Looked Upon Me As A Stranger” by Jeffrey Harrison

    “I had left you at the gate to buy a newspaper and on my way back stopped at a bank of monitors to check the status of our flight to London. That was when you noticed a middle-aged man in a brown jacket and the green short-brimmed cap I’d bought for the trip. It wasn’t […]

  • Eleni Sikelianos

    “The Human Portfolio” by Eleni Sikelianos

      “to express milk, like expressing a feeling               the feeling of milk                            my little lactating portfolio     pressed above the ribs               should you open it find I’m happy for that horse               happy horse (human horse), learned to sing little human bird and horse in the bush learning all that can be done with a seed, a […]

  • Meret Oppenheim fur lined tea cup

    Bits of Me: An Interview

    “In New York everything is misleading without necessarily be false.” Learn the secret of a great pizza, how do I react to rejection, what makes me cry and other things I know to be true in my interview with Catfish McDaris. Read More HERE. {Image: Meret Oppenheim Fur-Lined Tea Cup}

  • Asphyxia Large Size Edition By Flora Borsi

    “Inland” by Joseph Ceravolo

      “If I lived here              before long I would go crazy for the ocean. A lake just isn’t enough             for me. As beautiful as this gem reflects earth’s diamond grave I could die here for love’s sake         while I’m still strong. Before long             (why take it seriously) the sun’s gone down […]

  • Michigan Avenue Chicago 2013 by Satoki Nagata

    “Grand Avenue” by Ron Koertge

      “When the Lexus hit that pigeon, he lay there beating his one good wing against the curb like he was trying to put out a fire. My wife asked me to do something, so I turned his head clockwise until I heard a click. Then darkness poured out of the small safe of his […]

  • Patchen Painting

    “In Order To” by Kenneth Patchen

        “Apply for the position (I’ve forgotten now for what) I had    to marry the Second Mayor’s daughter by twelve noon. The    order arrived three minutes of.   I already had a wife; the Second Mayor was childless: but I    did it.   Next they told me to shave off my father’s beard. All […]

  • “The Last Days of the Suicide Kid” by Charles Bukowski – A Short Film

      “I can see myself now after all these suicide days and nights, being wheeled out of one of those sterile rest homes (of course, this is only if I get famous and lucky) by a subnormal and bored nurse there I am sitting upright in my wheelchair almost blind, eyes rolling backward into the […]

  • Yves Klein Photo by Lost and Found Studio

    Silhouette Obsession – A Short Film

        {Image: From Yves Klein’s Anthropometry. Photo: Lost and Found Studio}

  • The Trial by Matthew Rose

    “Rose Solitude” by Jayne Cortez

      “I am essence of Rose Solitude my cheeks are laced with cognac my hips sealed with five satin nails I carry dreams and romance of new fools and old flames between the musk of fat and the side pocket of my mink tongue.”   {Image: The Trial by Matthew Rose}

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    66 Lines On Your Soul – Poetry Review and An Interview

    What is a man’s life all about? That type of philosophical question seems to be the focus on the writers’ experience of life and manhood in 66 Lines On Your Soul, where stories and impressions are weaved in an unusual sense of wonder on mundane incidents. The most recent collection of poetry is a collaboration […]

  • I used to fly by Larissa Martin

    “On Running After One’s Hat” by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

    I feel an almost savage envy on hearing that London has been flooded in my absence, while I am in the mere country. My own Battersea has been, I understand, particularly favoured as a meeting of the waters. Battersea was already, as I need hardly say, the most beautiful of human localities. Now that it […]

  • Speechless Yearning by Helena Wierzbicki

    “On Gentleness” by Jamaal May

    “Tell me I once came close, that your body wasn’t  an obelisk, and mine, so much wire wound  around wire. I will always wonder  if I can take you, know you will always be stronger, and marvel at how you appear even larger  than before with my niece cupped    in your tattooed arms. I […]

  • Happiness By Tomas Urbelionis

    “Untitled” by Kika Stayerman

      “Where I live silence defines me.   At times I pray for an instant death that refuses to come.   I buy brushes and paint and grow your face into flesh   As far as my memory holds your image, what do you look like today?   What is the upshot of all this […]

  • Poeme by JfR Jean-Franois Rveillard

    “Poets Eleven Poem” by Jack Hirschman

      “Between the page with the heart and the mind wrestling upon it, and the ear which later will receive those limbs of light as perfect harmony, there’s a stillness whose volume speaks worlds of words defiant of measure, treasures of the unsayable, secrets of the ever-beginning enchantment and the never-ending gathering at the lips […]

  • Womb by Andrea Bucci

    “Mama” by Kika Stayerman

      “Is there a name for this pain? I can go on suffering a little longer.   This city supplies my drugs, putting me to sleep.   Mama, since you left I refuse to breathe Bits of memories do it for me.   Staring at the offering of your mouth, forms me to a liquid […]

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    “Photography 101″ by Kika Stayerman

      “Behind the camera Your reflection gives me a world to explore, a place to be, a language to use, something to aim at. I aim at you. When you look at me I am washed over my nervous system With a syncopated metaphor.   When you came here today, my morning ripened it peeled […]

  • Bicycle Blue by George Makris

    “Prophesy That Enjoys Its Foam” by Yiannis Stigas

      “You, there, give me my voice                                 even if I have nothing to eat because the back and forth of bodies is beautiful (from singular to plural and back)   The bridging of breath is beautiful (shaky or solid — it is immaterial — doubly beautiful in […]

  • By Probability be Proxy by Alan Lew

    “You Do the Math” by Kika Stayerman

      I realized at a fairly young age that I suck at math. My mom always had to explain to relatives and friends that I am the best in class in Literature, Arabic and Dance, yet fail every bloody time in math. It wasn’t always like that. I got my period when I was 10 […]

  • Ira Cohen

    “Ballad of the Gone MacLise” by Ira Cohen

      For Angus MacLise died Summer Solstice, June 21, 1979 “In the poem one can lay down the heartline, the harp can bring the tears muffled by the sound of the drum, your gamelans cut by the Buddha’s knife of compassion Down at the Snowman I heard them discussing your cremation A dervish has fallen […]

  • Jack Hirschman by Christopher Michael Photography

    “Five” by Jack Hirschman

      “You move from a repose I am far behind, and vain. The simple way you take things in that are, after all, trembling. Two years ago I was a Lublinjuggler a Dublinjew last year was I. Since you have put your finger on me I have no desire, no more water in the pail, […]

  • Two Frightened Doves by Anina-Bird

    “Measuring Time” by Kika Stayerman

    “Seven minutes could be a long time to wait. Seven minutes to be waiting for a call. Seven minutes to land. Seven minutes to be tortured. Seven minutes to get any reply. Seven minutes to see mom again. Seven minutes for the banker to close and go home. Seven minutes of hunger. Seven minutes of […]

  • Delhi Bookstore

    “Will Miss Ya Babe” by Subhankar Das

      “Finally I think I have to Sell my pride off my little bookstore which catered only independent authors the one and only store of this kind in this whole city but then I have to survive and move on. It has served its time well I think. A good job and made me what […]

  • Jamaal May

    “Against Against” by Jamaal May

      “They said love should never appear in a poem and I wondered what to do if I love the cicatrix of a leaf the way I love the pattern of nerves fanning out on an anatomy poster or the divergent and converging futures trailing across our palms. When they said to remove the modifiers […]

  • Jack Hirschman by Molly Segal

    “Night Falls” By Jack Hirschman

      “Night falls on its knees and does also tuck their legs in under the moonlight.   I am sitting in the very same cafe seat you sat in the day after I kissed you drunkly on the run, your shoes under the table nailing me: nature is all around my mem- ory, its belly […]

  • “Make A Wish” by Kika Stayerman

      (To Yannis Livadas)   Make a wish A cigarette Its goodness is a decision for your mouth to make Crystallize the pain that strangles the apparition you ever so mistakenly figured it to be In the height of the swallowed brutality – silence. In the depth of humanity – you.   You. I mean […]

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    In Praise of the Ultimate Love Song Writer

    In a world that loses old school gestures, romance, eye contact, courting a woman, writing letters, and Standing on your mama’s porch*, truth is that women are ever more thirsty for a visceral love song, preferably written and sung by a rebel, for example Mick Jagger and Keith Richards’ line for Bitch song: When you call […]

  • “Path” Read By Jack Hirschman

      “Go to your broken heart. If you think you don’t have one, get one. To get one, be sincere. Learn sincerity of intent by letting life enter because you’re helpless, really, to do otherwise. Even as you try escaping, let it take you and tear you open like a letter sent like a sentence […]

  • Charles Bukowski on Art

    “How to Get Along with Charles Bukowski” by Gerland Lockin

    1. Never call him on the phone. (I never have.) 2. Never drop in uninvited. (I never have, and I don’t like ANYONE to drop in uninvited on me. I’m not crazy about phone calls either.) 3. If you must visit with him, make it early in the day. (Bukowski, like the rest of us, […]

  • Fetish By Axel Behn

    “Put the Load on Me” by Nick Flynn

      1 Here at your feet all the gargoyles of heaven– kneel upon your furnace, their tongues worship you. You can love only one, the one you rest your hand upon, his head so sharp, his sulphur breath…. Even now a saint makes his way up your steps, on his knees he is coming, he […]

  • Don't leave the room by Lilya Kouhan

    “The Sun Goes Down Sure Over Our Tombs” by Yannis Livadas

      “I’m coming Kiss me The ivy of Sin The sun goes down sure Over our tombs Time is grease Burn it With love      With Whiskey          With life With death       Something new You don’t have to                    Be a poet Break the vessel Which has on it         Written       YOUR NAME […]

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    Salutation by Kika Stayerman

        {Image: Brad Culver and Tiffany Sweat in “Cave.” Photo by Taso Papadakis}

  • Portrait of Gerald Locklin by Henry Denander

    “It Gets Done” by Gerald Locklin

      “A friend of mine, George Carroll, has this phrase, “It gets done.” he means it in the sexual realm, that before the bar closes you will somehow end up with a woman. it always does seem to be the case for him. somehow it never happens to me. but I like the extension of […]

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    “Elegy for an Unknown Poet” by Carolyn Forché

      In memoriam, Svetozar Daniel Simko (1959-2004) You who are apart, stranger, who bent down in winter For the lost glove of another on iced ground, you are ein Fremder on earth As if you had been written toward us. Listen: bells! You are sheltered Once again in the stillness of childhood, where the slow […]

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    “On Self Respect” by Joan Didion

    Once, in a dry season, I wrote in large letters across two pages of a notebook that innocence ends when one is stripped of the delusion that one likes oneself. Although now, some years later, I marvel that a mind on the outs with itself should have nonetheless made painstaking record of its every tremor, […]

  • Waiting for Nothing by Pedro Correa

    “Nothing” by Joseph Ceravolo

    “Nothing exists that does no empty. Who are you feeling?  Who do you bite in the morning? Our health? when we’re sick is the body coming.         Our love, a mountain fuming     in the ocean like a graceful race such as black.  When the shores overtake in the continent. When the heroes are phony, […]

  • Ofelea and the Flying Balloons by Vikram Kushwah

    “Schadenfreude” (Memory) by John James

      “Drunk again. You do the math. You wanted                           happiness and I can’t blame you for that. I wanted to tell this story without having to confess                   the water stains on the ceiling remind me                                                                           of shedding your clothes.         Darling, I gave you my hands. I gave you                          my truer […]

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    Life Sentences – Mortality by Christopher Hitchens

      I have more than once in my time woken up feeling like death. […] I view the scene in retrospect I see it as a very gentle and firm deportation, taking me from the country of the well across the stark frontier that marks off the land of malady. […] The new land is […]

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    “Too Long” By Kika Stayerman

      “These are my body parts. This is what happens if you touch them This is if you don’t.   For example, here’s a lollipop Are you a licker or chewer off from the center?   If the only way to be with you is to feel all the sadness in your heart fully open […]

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    Suite in A Major “American”, Op. 98b by Antonin Dvorak

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    “Pumpkin” By Ron Padgett

      “My little pumpkin, I like to think about other girls sometimes, but the truth is if you ever left me I’d tear my heart out and never put it back. There’ll never be anyone like you. How embarrassing.”   The poem appears in Collected Poems, Coffee House Press, 2013. {Image: Inside Kara Walker’s Art […]

  • No One Could Take Me With What Your Skin Knows by Cynthia Dickinson

    “Run Baby Run” By Subhankar Das

      “I am fighting with my wishes trying to teach my desires some manners. Even the fear of authority are failing to restrain them. They want to tie you up and hang you from the ceiling nude. They want to drip hot molten wax all over your body, cane the disgrace out of your skin […]

  • Enigma by Eleni Nikologlou

    “A Special Circumstance” By Yannis Livadas

      “Challenge fate with virulence With the demand of the rose in the darkness. Great discoveries are needless. What matters today is preservation. Fabulous unknown poets. Wild oxen plough the earth where heroes buried. Two dogs with dog-wings follow the traces of all we said. Stay unruffled. Now that teens play soccer between the jumbled […]

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    “Swan Lake” by Pablo Neruda

      “Lake Budi, lackluster, the dark, weighted stone, forest on forest, with unburied water between: you opened for me like an underground door near the sea’s solitude, at the world’s end. We galloped the infinite sand by the seaspray, the millionaire crashing of foam: not a house, not a man or a horse–nothing but time […]

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    Why Are You Humiliating Me? – A True Story

    The other day I was walking home and passed Lincoln Center. The fountain in the middle of the plaza is known to be a mesmerizing sight to children of all ages and visitors from every country. From a distance I saw a group of children walking in two perfect rows as they were holding six […]

Nick Cave on Meeting His Wife

"The first time I saw Susie was at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London. And when she came walking in, all the things that I have obsessed over for all the years, pictures of movie stars, Jenny Agutter in the billabong, Anita Ekberg in the fountain... Miss World competitions, Marilyn Monroe and Jennifer Jones and Bo Derek... Bolshoi ballerinas and Russian gymnasts... the young girls at the Wangaratta pool lying on the hot concrete, all the stuff I had heard and seen and read... all the continuing never-ending drip-feed of erotic data... came together at that moment, in one great big crash bang, and I was lost to her. And that was that."

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Potentially Dedicated – “Una Voce Poco Fa” from The Barber of Seville by Gioachino Rossini

  Una voce poco fa A voice has just qui nel cor mi risuonò; echoed here into my heart il mio cor ferito è già, my heart is already wounded e Lindor fu che il piagò. and it was Lindoro who shot. Sì, Lindoro mio sarà; Yes, Lindoro will be mine lo giurai, la vincerò. […]

Dream of Naturalist by Jeanna DArt

“Reckless Poem” by Mary Oliver

  “Today again I am hardly myself. It happens over and over. It is heaven-sent. It flows through me like the blue wave. Green leaves – you may believe this or not – have once or twice emerged from the tips of my fingers somewhere deep in the woods, in the reckless seizure of spring. […]

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“Mother Egypt” (1969) by Ahmed Fouad Negm

  “Let our words be preceded by our greetings to all who are listening, Little sparrow chirping rhymed words full of meaning About a dark land, a moon, A river, a boat and a shore, And fellow travelers on a hard journey And an image of a huge gathering And processions Reflected in the eyes […]

Angel 9 by Zena Holloway

“Color As Beginning” by Richard Brautigan

  “Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair”   {Image: Angel 9 by Zena Holloway}

Nice Pair by Małgorzata Wielek-Mandrela

“Low Note” by Craig Morgan Teicher

1. There is nowhere to begin. I know nothing of rivers except that this one seems soft and kind from this distance. I look everywhere for kindness, a gentle, generous reception for myself. I was brought up to believe the world should be fair, but not that I should have to make it so.   […]

Lost Credit by Sudhir Pandey

“Let’s Die Rich” by Joe Deluca

  “Did I just steal your wallet And move into a small-town library? The answer is complicated but tonight I’m going to read Goodnight Moon to all your credit cards I’m going to wonder where you are Below these Mongolian dictionaries and astrological maps Wallace Stevens calls me crying He wants to talk about your […]

Kurt Sutter Photo by David Strick

Screenwriter, Director and Producer Kurt Sutter’s Advice to Writers

  “This is what I know: My path to writing was incredibly circuitous, so I wouldn’t recommend my career approach.  It took me a long time to find my voice and realize that my need for expression could be expedited through a keyboard.  I had a dozen careers before I landed on The Shield and […]

Nude on a Sofa by Francois Boucher

“To His Mistress Going to Bed” by John Donne

    “Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy, Until I labour, I in labour lie. The foe oft-times having the foe in sight, Is tir’d with standing though he never fight. Off with that girdle, like heaven’s Zone glistering, But a far fairer world encompassing. Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear, That […]

Romeo and Juliet Opening Line Words Cloud

In the Beginning… Opening Lines from the Greatest Literature – Part I

  {Image: Words Cloud of Opening line of Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare}

Orfeo ed Euridice Lawrence Zazzo and Isabel Bayrakdarian in the Canadian Opera Company Photo by Michael Cooper

Potentially Dedicated – Melody of “Orfeo ed Euridice” by Christoph Willibald Gluck

    {Image: Lawrence Zazzo and Isabel Bayrakdarian in the Canadian Opera Company’s production of Orfeo ed Euridice. Photo: Michael Cooper}

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“A Couple of Challahs” by Kika Stayerman

  On a Friday I was passing by Union Square in NYC, where the Greenmarket is held every week. From a distance I heard someone shouting ‘Jews are pigs!’ ‘Jews are thieves!’ I made my way towards the shouting and found a guy standing in front of a Kosher stand of an old religious man […]

Dialogue from DNA Photo by Sunhi Mang

“Beginning, End” by Jessica Soffer

“You were born. You named yourself. You walked your turtle. You went to school. You had dirty feet. You lay in a field. You piled into the Vanagan. You carried signs. You grew long legs. You met someone. You were just a kid. You didn’t keep it. You got into college. You moved east. You […]

Adonis by Magali Delporte

“Celebrating Childhood” by Ali Ahmad Said Esber [Adonis]

  “Even the wind wants to become a cart pulled by butterflies.   I remember madness leaning for the first time on the mind’s pillow. I was talking to my body then and my body was an idea I wrote in red.   Red is the sun’s most beautiful throne and all the other colors […]

Thomas Merton

“The Blessed Virgin Mary Compared to a Window” by Thomas Merton

  “Because my will is simple as a window And knows no pride of original birth, It is my life to die, like glass, by light: Slain in the strong rays of the bridegroom sun. Because my love is simple as a window And knows no shame of original dust, I longed all night, (when […]

Carolyn Kizer

“Food of Love” by Carolyn Kizer

                   Eating is touch carried to the bitter end. Samuel Butler II I’m going to murder you with love; I’m going to suffocate you with embraces; I’m going to hug you, bone by bone, Till you’re dead all over. Then I will dine on your delectable marrow.   You will become my personal Sahara; […]

The Confession by Molteni Giuseppe

“Confession” by Kika Stayerman

  “Bless me father, for I have loved. Here is how my sin goes:   Host at the head Hostess at the foot This was our dalliance dinner.   The room: It was effeminate with insatiable licentiousness The conversation: Started estranged, soft and wide. He fawned over me with ample time.   You see, the […]

Red Socks by Artur Muharremi

“What to Do” by Ron Padgett

  “”Show, don’t tell,” they say, and I agree: so here, take a look at my naked body, of which I will tell you nothing, and here is my naked soul, into which I will jump with both feet clad only in socks, bright red ones from which sparks are flying as I whiz into […]

Blaise Cendrars, June 1948. Photo Walter Carone

Blaise Cendrars on Writing “Moravagine”

  How I Wrote Moravagine (Found Documents)   The first document I find is dated: Paris, November 1912. Easter in New York had just appeared. I had begun the Transsiberian. I was hard up at the time, working odd jobs in the book trade (a translation of The Memoirs of a German Opera Singer for […]

Kfir Lev in Studio by Haya Mosak

Who Seeks Finds Interview with Israeli Sculptor Kfir Lev

  “And there were other rocks that were like animals, creeping, horrible animals, putting out their tongues, and others were like words I could not say, and others like dead people lying on the grass. I went on among them, though they frightened me, and my heart was full of wicked song they put into […]

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“Tunings” by Rob Cook

  “I touched a white key and the glaciers departed the piano’s chasms. (Like you, it was tuned to the passing snow.)I touched a black key that commanded the night closer and could feel the sound of soil, thunder gardened by men surviving on false Mozart scores of pitch-black ice. I could not heal the […]

Anne Lamott

Life Sentences – “Bird by Bird” by Anne Lamott

I get up. I walk. I fall down. Meanwhile, I keep dancing. […] You double up therapy sessions for a few weeks sit in your car in the garage with the engine running and listening to a Leslie Gore CD or call Jack Kevorkian and see if he can squeeze you in, until you’re back […]

Reason by Warren Wright

“Jettison Seeking Fulfillment In Lunacy” by Yannis Livadas

  “I feel so bad I want To write a poem A masterpiece like this in The stuffy room Obituaring in exchange of an imaginary epigram. I’m indifferent to the secrets of the universe, I return to this margin like a stray dog To demonstrate lonesome that failed To abandon the earth, the booze And […]

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“For you: Anthophilous, Lover of Flowers” by Reginald Dwayne Betts

  “For you: anthophilous, lover of flowers, green roses, chrysanthemums, lilies: retrophilia, philocaly, philomath, sarcophilous—all this love, of the past, of beauty, of knowledge, of flesh; this is catalogue & counter: philalethist, negrophile, neophile. A negro man walks down the street, taps Newport out against a brick wall & stares at you. Love that: lygophilia, […]

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Best Ads – Commonwealth Bank Can Tap

    The Commonwealth Bank campaign promotes its Android and iPhone compatible Tap & Pay PayTag, which allows customers to use their mobile to pay at any MasterCard PayPass terminal. The ad, from M&C Saatchi, showcasing two sprightly tap dancers and takes the ‘tap’ in Tap & Pay literally to promote the product. The Song: […]

Marlon Brando on Broadway by Eliot Elisofon

‘Hey, Stella!’ – The Most Imitated and Famous Cinema Scenes Explained

  “I’ve always thought that one benefit of acting is that it gives actors a chance to express feelings that they are normally unable to vent in real life.”  – Marlon Brando   Originally called The Poker Night it had been renamed A Streetcar Named Desire. The role of Stanley Kowalski was initially set for […]

Echoes of Ruth by Anshu Kumar

Potentially Dedicated – “Miserere Mei, Deus” by Gregorio Allegri

The original text in Latin: Miserere mei, Deus: secundum magnam misericordiam tuam. Et secundum multitudinem miserationum tuarum, dele iniquitatem meam. Amplius lava me ab iniquitate mea: et a peccato meo munda me. Quoniam iniquitatem meam ego cognosco: et peccatum meum contra me est semper. Tibi soli peccavi, et malum coram te feci: ut justificeris in […]

Walt Whitman, 1891 Photo by Samuel Murray

“A Supermarket in California” by Allen Ginsberg

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations! What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at […]

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“No Hearts Were Broken in the Living of this Life” by Kika Stayerman

Feeding on dreams. In a stage of unfamiliarity. Let’s say we meet. Wooden floor. A carpet. A big mirror to document our dancing silhouettes. Two Bourbons. A dark daytime. A ray of sun kissing through a crack. A few microscopic creatures. For the life of me. A breath away. Sitting, folding palms in my lap. […]

Albert Ayler. Photo by Michael Snow

“Albert Ayler” by Yannis Livadas

  “The East River at the level of the docks at Congress Street in Brooklyn was baptized with your corpse – Your dive was a grandeur, your black and white beard a cry to the black bed of disaster, and that daybreak on shore someone was burning like a cigarette inside autumn gazing down into […]

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Fragment 31 by Sappho

  “He seems to me equal to the gods that man whoever he is who opposite you sits and listens close      to your sweet speaking and lovely laughing — oh it puts the heart in my chest on wings for when I look at you, even a moment, no speaking      is left in […]

Giorgio Tozzi

Potentially Dedicated – “Vecchia Zimarra Senti” by Giacomo Puccini

Vecchia zimarra, senti, io resto al pian, tu ascendere il sacro monte or devi. Le mie grazie ricevi. Mai non curvasti il logoro dorso ai ricchi ed ai potenti. Passâr nelle tue tasche come in antri tranquilli filosofi e poeti. Ora che i giorni lieti fuggîr, ti dico: addio, fedele amico mio. Addio, addio. * […]

Olena Kalytiak Davis - Illustration by Patrick Morgan

“Sweet Reader, Flanneled and Tulled” By Olena Kalytiak Davis

“Reader unmov’d and Reader unshaken, Reader unseduc’d    and unterrified, through the long-loud and the sweet-still    I creep toward you. Toward you, I thistle and I climb.   I crawl, Reader, servile and cervine, through this blank    season, counting—I sleep and I sleep. I sleep, Reader, toward you, loud as a cloud and deaf, Reader, deaf […]

Osvaldo Cavandoli

In Praise of the Greatest Illustrators: Osvaldo Cavandoli

If you were a child around the 70s or 80s, pretending to be sick just so you can stay home and watch one more episode of La Linea, you are not alone. La Linea was an animated illustration Italian series of 2-3 minutes long episodes, featuring Mr. Linea, made out of a single drawn line […]

The Pity by Maury Gortemiller

“Some Day, No Matter What” by Kika Stayerman

“The stories you keep telling yourself each morning when you wake up. What if self-fulfilling prophecy works? What if you decide to blossom? If you wish, as I do Give me a lesson in generosity and let me know now. Let me see a man without an ego or unselfish genes Kindness is not a […]

Rustin Cohle

Best Scenes – Of Religion from “True Detective”

RUSTIN COHLE What do you think the average IQ of this group is, huh? MARTIN HART Can you see Texas up there on your high horse? What do you know about these people? RUSTIN COHLE Just observation and deduction. I see a propensity for obesity, poverty, a yen for fairy tales, folks putting what few […]

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“Jazz Fan Looks Back” by Jayne Cortez

  “I crisscrossed with Monk Wailed with Bud Counted every star with Stitt Sang “Don’t Blame Me” with Sarah Wore a flower like Billie Screamed in the range of Dinah & scatted “How High the Moon” with Ella Fitzgerald as she blew roof off the Shrine Auditorium                              Jazz at the Philharmonic   I […]

Pretend to Sleep 2010 (bed) by Robyn Nesbitt

“On Lying in Bed” by G. K. Chesterton

  Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a coloured pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling. This, however, is not generally a part of the domestic apparatus on the premises. I think myself that the thing might be managed with several pails of Aspinall and […]

Kai Carlson-Wee by John Haynes

“Thresher” by Kai Carlson-Wee

  “There has to be a tree. There has to be a sky. There has to be a chicken-hawk skating the dust rising out of a thresher. A ploughboy walking with a turtle in the head-high corn. There has to be a pool with a swirly slide entering the water. A chain-link cut by the […]

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“The Shoulders of Women” by Jeffrey Harris

  “Bored by the featureless speeches at the fundraising dinner, I scan the hotel ballroom for something to look at and discover (thank God for sleeveless dresses!) the shoulders of women, pale moons aglow above the linen-covered tables. Smooth and rounded like the neighboring breasts, they are less obvious and more complex, their inner mechanism […]

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Best Scenes – Of A Squirrel from “Into the Abyss”

    The full film can be watched here.   {Image: The Graves of the Condemned in Into the Abyss film by Werner Herzog. Source}

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“Unending Love” by Rabindranath Tagore Read by Michael J. Hummingway

  “I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times… In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age, forever. […]

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“Fullblast Forever” by Yannis Livadas

  “Shocking situation       of limits in the boundless confinement of the           compression – you fling out your go on you speak you whistle   Ornette where is your situation heading to where                  your typhoon breath                  uproots palm-trees                  on the beach of legitimacy                  – desert storm and wilderness                  of […]

Nicholson Baker

Life Sentences – “U & I” by Nicholson Baker

But as I struggled to formulate something that sounded unmannered, I noticed that there was a morally bothersome taint to the effort I was making.  […] That phrase which reviewers take such pains to include when delivering their judgments – when they say that among living writers so-and-so is or isn’t of the first rank […]

CHRIST CITY- EXTRUSION by Rodolphe Martinez

“Fixation” by Ron Padgett

  “It’s not that hard to climb up on a cross and have nails driven into your hands and feet. Of course it would hurt, but if your mind were strong enough you wouldn’t notice. You would notice how much farther you can see up here, how there’s even a breeze that cools your leaking […]

Pop Christ by Matteo Silva

Potentially Dedicated – “Spem in alium” by Thomas Tallis

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Openings by Peter Benkmann

“As I Open the Window” A Jazzy Reading by Kenneth Patchen

    {Image: Openings by Peter Benkmann}

Listen It Is Raining by Brian K. Wulf

“To A Rill” by Sara Burant

  “After days of rain I, too, want the willingness of the ground to furrow, to be filled water spilling, the whole hill sprung awake, world before waters were made distinct from land. Who are you? Who am I? The two of us thrilling these moments through the muck, spending ourselves in fugitive song.”   […]

Dismantling… Wanting To Understand What’s Before My Eyes #4 David A Burrows

“Temple” by Jeffrey Harrison

  “Not a place of worship exactly but one I like to go back to and where, you could say, I take sanctuary: this smooth area above the ear and around the corner from your forehead, where your hair is as silky as milkweed. The way to feel its featheriness best is with the lips. […]

Venezia by Mina Hasman

“Venezia” by Jack Hirschman

  “I was enraged at your body Venezia, when I first saw your bauble shops, chic chicanery that cried out, “Buy my glittering dribble of an awful orgasm spurted onto my Rialto Bridge thighs!” Slowly I found your side-streets where you practice s strolling stillness without any engine sounds, under a sky turning into the […]

Kay Ryan

“Waste” by Kay Ryan

  “Not even waste is inviolate. The day misspent, the love misplaced, has inside it the seed of redemption. Nothing is exempt from resurrection. It is tiresome how the grass re-ripens, greening all along the punched and mucked horizon once the bison have moved on, leaning into hunger and hard luck.” *** From Say Uncle. […]

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“Now I Know You” by Kika Stayerman

“Of too much was your touch of too little time of you, again against me. Of eyes looking through me looking away. Of a mouth, saying Saying too much, saying not a thing. Saying ‘Now I know you.’ Your verbs and nouns aren’t enough for what I feel, nor do mine. Wreck your language, wake […]

Smoking Area by Mario Rossi

“The Day You Looked Upon Me As A Stranger” by Jeffrey Harrison

“I had left you at the gate to buy a newspaper and on my way back stopped at a bank of monitors to check the status of our flight to London. That was when you noticed a middle-aged man in a brown jacket and the green short-brimmed cap I’d bought for the trip. It wasn’t […]

Eleni Sikelianos

“The Human Portfolio” by Eleni Sikelianos

  “to express milk, like expressing a feeling               the feeling of milk                            my little lactating portfolio     pressed above the ribs               should you open it find I’m happy for that horse               happy horse (human horse), learned to sing little human bird and horse in the bush learning all that can be done with a seed, a […]

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Bits of Me: An Interview

“In New York everything is misleading without necessarily be false.” Learn the secret of a great pizza, how do I react to rejection, what makes me cry and other things I know to be true in my interview with Catfish McDaris. Read More HERE. {Image: Meret Oppenheim Fur-Lined Tea Cup}

Asphyxia Large Size Edition By Flora Borsi

“Inland” by Joseph Ceravolo

  “If I lived here              before long I would go crazy for the ocean. A lake just isn’t enough             for me. As beautiful as this gem reflects earth’s diamond grave I could die here for love’s sake         while I’m still strong. Before long             (why take it seriously) the sun’s gone down […]

Michigan Avenue Chicago 2013 by Satoki Nagata

“Grand Avenue” by Ron Koertge

  “When the Lexus hit that pigeon, he lay there beating his one good wing against the curb like he was trying to put out a fire. My wife asked me to do something, so I turned his head clockwise until I heard a click. Then darkness poured out of the small safe of his […]

Patchen Painting

“In Order To” by Kenneth Patchen

    “Apply for the position (I’ve forgotten now for what) I had    to marry the Second Mayor’s daughter by twelve noon. The    order arrived three minutes of.   I already had a wife; the Second Mayor was childless: but I    did it.   Next they told me to shave off my father’s beard. All […]

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“The Last Days of the Suicide Kid” by Charles Bukowski – A Short Film

  “I can see myself now after all these suicide days and nights, being wheeled out of one of those sterile rest homes (of course, this is only if I get famous and lucky) by a subnormal and bored nurse there I am sitting upright in my wheelchair almost blind, eyes rolling backward into the […]

Yves Klein Photo by Lost and Found Studio

Silhouette Obsession – A Short Film

    {Image: From Yves Klein’s Anthropometry. Photo: Lost and Found Studio}

The Trial by Matthew Rose

“Rose Solitude” by Jayne Cortez

  “I am essence of Rose Solitude my cheeks are laced with cognac my hips sealed with five satin nails I carry dreams and romance of new fools and old flames between the musk of fat and the side pocket of my mink tongue.”   {Image: The Trial by Matthew Rose}

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66 Lines On Your Soul – Poetry Review and An Interview

What is a man’s life all about? That type of philosophical question seems to be the focus on the writers’ experience of life and manhood in 66 Lines On Your Soul, where stories and impressions are weaved in an unusual sense of wonder on mundane incidents. The most recent collection of poetry is a collaboration […]

I used to fly by Larissa Martin

“On Running After One’s Hat” by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

I feel an almost savage envy on hearing that London has been flooded in my absence, while I am in the mere country. My own Battersea has been, I understand, particularly favoured as a meeting of the waters. Battersea was already, as I need hardly say, the most beautiful of human localities. Now that it […]

Speechless Yearning by Helena Wierzbicki

“On Gentleness” by Jamaal May

“Tell me I once came close, that your body wasn’t  an obelisk, and mine, so much wire wound  around wire. I will always wonder  if I can take you, know you will always be stronger, and marvel at how you appear even larger  than before with my niece cupped    in your tattooed arms. I […]

Happiness By Tomas Urbelionis

“Untitled” by Kika Stayerman

  “Where I live silence defines me.   At times I pray for an instant death that refuses to come.   I buy brushes and paint and grow your face into flesh   As far as my memory holds your image, what do you look like today?   What is the upshot of all this […]

Poeme by JfR Jean-Franois Rveillard

“Poets Eleven Poem” by Jack Hirschman

  “Between the page with the heart and the mind wrestling upon it, and the ear which later will receive those limbs of light as perfect harmony, there’s a stillness whose volume speaks worlds of words defiant of measure, treasures of the unsayable, secrets of the ever-beginning enchantment and the never-ending gathering at the lips […]

Womb by Andrea Bucci

“Mama” by Kika Stayerman

  “Is there a name for this pain? I can go on suffering a little longer.   This city supplies my drugs, putting me to sleep.   Mama, since you left I refuse to breathe Bits of memories do it for me.   Staring at the offering of your mouth, forms me to a liquid […]

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“Photography 101″ by Kika Stayerman

  “Behind the camera Your reflection gives me a world to explore, a place to be, a language to use, something to aim at. I aim at you. When you look at me I am washed over my nervous system With a syncopated metaphor.   When you came here today, my morning ripened it peeled […]

Bicycle Blue by George Makris

“Prophesy That Enjoys Its Foam” by Yiannis Stigas

  “You, there, give me my voice                                 even if I have nothing to eat because the back and forth of bodies is beautiful (from singular to plural and back)   The bridging of breath is beautiful (shaky or solid — it is immaterial — doubly beautiful in […]

By Probability be Proxy by Alan Lew

“You Do the Math” by Kika Stayerman

  I realized at a fairly young age that I suck at math. My mom always had to explain to relatives and friends that I am the best in class in Literature, Arabic and Dance, yet fail every bloody time in math. It wasn’t always like that. I got my period when I was 10 […]

Ira Cohen

“Ballad of the Gone MacLise” by Ira Cohen

  For Angus MacLise died Summer Solstice, June 21, 1979 “In the poem one can lay down the heartline, the harp can bring the tears muffled by the sound of the drum, your gamelans cut by the Buddha’s knife of compassion Down at the Snowman I heard them discussing your cremation A dervish has fallen […]

Jack Hirschman by Christopher Michael Photography

“Five” by Jack Hirschman

  “You move from a repose I am far behind, and vain. The simple way you take things in that are, after all, trembling. Two years ago I was a Lublinjuggler a Dublinjew last year was I. Since you have put your finger on me I have no desire, no more water in the pail, […]

Two Frightened Doves by Anina-Bird

“Measuring Time” by Kika Stayerman

“Seven minutes could be a long time to wait. Seven minutes to be waiting for a call. Seven minutes to land. Seven minutes to be tortured. Seven minutes to get any reply. Seven minutes to see mom again. Seven minutes for the banker to close and go home. Seven minutes of hunger. Seven minutes of […]

Delhi Bookstore

“Will Miss Ya Babe” by Subhankar Das

  “Finally I think I have to Sell my pride off my little bookstore which catered only independent authors the one and only store of this kind in this whole city but then I have to survive and move on. It has served its time well I think. A good job and made me what […]

Jamaal May

“Against Against” by Jamaal May

  “They said love should never appear in a poem and I wondered what to do if I love the cicatrix of a leaf the way I love the pattern of nerves fanning out on an anatomy poster or the divergent and converging futures trailing across our palms. When they said to remove the modifiers […]

Jack Hirschman by Molly Segal

“Night Falls” By Jack Hirschman

  “Night falls on its knees and does also tuck their legs in under the moonlight.   I am sitting in the very same cafe seat you sat in the day after I kissed you drunkly on the run, your shoes under the table nailing me: nature is all around my mem- ory, its belly […]

"Make A Wish" by Kika Stayerman from Kika Stayerman on Vimeo.

“Make A Wish” by Kika Stayerman

  (To Yannis Livadas)   Make a wish A cigarette Its goodness is a decision for your mouth to make Crystallize the pain that strangles the apparition you ever so mistakenly figured it to be In the height of the swallowed brutality – silence. In the depth of humanity – you.   You. I mean […]

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