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    “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 […]

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    “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 […]

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    “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}

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    “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 […]

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    “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 […]

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    “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 […]

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    Silhouette Obsession – A Short Film

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

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    “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 […]

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    “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 […]

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    “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 […]

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    “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 […]

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    “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 […]

  • Discarded by Eleni Nikologlou

    “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 […]

  • Christopher Hitchens Photo by Art Streiber

    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

        {Image: Cello Illustration by Mark Millington}

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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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  • Swans by Louise O'gorman

    “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 […]

  • Children Playing by Thomas Roach

    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 […]

  • Pink Glass by Floria Rey
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    “Be Music, Night” By Kenneth Patchen

      “Be music, night, That her sleep may go Where angels have their pale tall choirs   Be a hand, sea, That her dreams may watch Thy guidesman touching the green flesh of the world   Be a voice, sky, That her beauties may be counted    And the stars will tilt their quiet faces    Into […]

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    “Yessing” By Kika Stayerman

      “The day announce ‘this is your life’  I say ‘I want another option.’  drawing a smoke as far down as this weekend unfolds upon me  offering an equal exchange with the finite air in this room  Here, the whole story is told in a gentle unpacking  Exhaling –  deepening my portrait of being  writhen […]

  • Wine Woman by Caroline Leuhusen

    “Have Some Madeira M’Dear” Performed by Tony Randall

        She was young, she was pure, she was new, she was nice, She was fair, she was sweet seventeen. He was old, he was vile, and no stranger to vice, He was base, he was bad, he was mean. He had slyly inveigled her up to his flat To view his collection of […]

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    Best Scenes – Always The White Side Up From “The Strange Little Cat”

         {Image: From the film The Strange Little Cat. Cinematography by Alexander Haßkerl}  

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    “One Day in Icadiye” By Ahmet Hamdi Tanpýnar

      “One day in Sultantepe or Icadiye a melody takes wing and suddenly where you are a universe opens, enchanted, endless, free. Washed in the wind of today the rose of the past one by one scatters its leaves in the well of your dreams. Now you’ll look with a different eye on the sleep […]

  • Cerberus by Hedgz Exhbtz

    “Cerberus” By Yannis Livadas

      “The absolute time is dead meat. I am delighted with the death that worms me. Dark light lies in the house. An empty creased blanket on my bed escapes from numbness. I am up 4:46 in the morning Heading for the cracking words, of the typing under the glare of a lonely lamp; But […]

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    To All Charles Bukowski’s Women

    For his 94th birthday, here are some of the most memorable quotes of his Women novel: “It was almost disappointing because it seemed when stress and madness were eliminated from my daily life there wasn’t much left you could depend on.” […] “Working her lips apart, sucking at the upper lip. I saw her hair […]

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    “Daynight, With Mountains Tied Inside” By Alice Fulton

      “Chandelier too full of brilliance to be indolent.             Your prisms enunciate the light and don’t need rain to break it into rainbows. Snow with six crutches in each crystal.             Your livery your glitter, your purring made visible. Only inanimate things can sparkle without sweat. My spinet, the threat of music             in its depths and […]

  • Morning by Vadim Shukov

    “Glow” By Ron Padgett

      “When I wake up earlier than you and you are turned to face me, face on the pillow and hair spread around, I take a chance and stare at you, amazed in love and afraid that you might open your eyes and have the daylights scared out of you. But maybe with the daylights […]

  • The Writer by Ruth Clotworthy

    Yannis Livadas on Paris

    Reply to a formal letter from Paris (For the sender)   Since I received this letter of someone wanting to know me: I tell you my friend: I adore Paris but I don’t give a shit about “Shakespeare & Co.”: As I don’t give even half a shit about the monument of “Beat Hotel”: I […]

  • Pursuit of Perfection by Ruth Chase

    “How to be Perfect” By Ron Padgett

      Everything is perfect, dear friend. – Kerouac “Get some sleep. Don’t give advice. Take care of your teeth and gums. Don’t be afraid of anything beyond your control. Don’t be afraid, for instance, that the building will collapse as you sleep, or that someone you love will suddenly drop dead. Eat a bowl of […]

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    An Interview with “And Then” Magazine

    On a pleasantly sunny day in May this year, I sent out an email to my dear friend Robert Roth, asking if he will be willing to be featured in an interview for my blog. A typical yes-man as Robert is, he replied “Definitely would like that!” I first met Robert when I attended his […]

  • Henry Miller

    Henry Miller’s Work Schedule

      COMMANDMENTS   1. Work on one thing at a time until finished. 2. Start no more new books, add no more new material to “Black Spring.” 3. Don’t be nervous. Work calmly, joyously, recklessly on whatever is in hand. 4. Work according to the program and not according to mood. Stop at the appointed […]

  • The Apparatus For Belief (Is In Its Teleplasmic Dreaming) By Abbra Kotlarczyk

    “A Way To Love God” By Robert Penn Warren

      “Here is the shadow of truth, for only the shadow is true. And the line where the incoming swell from the sunset Pacific First leans and staggers to break will tell all you need to know About submarine geography, and your father’s death rattle Provides all biographical data required for the Who’s Who of […]

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    “Autobiography” – A Jazzy Reading By Lawrence Ferlinghetti

          “I am leading a quiet life    in Mike’s Place every day    watching the champs of the Dante Billiard Parlor    and the French pinball addicts.    I am leading a quiet life    on lower East Broadway.    I am an American. I was an American boy. I read the American Boy Magazine    and became a […]

  • Camille Rankine

    “Symptoms of Optimism” By Camille Rankine

      “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you time is a language I don’t speak.   When I say now, I mean mañana, chica. Was it yesterday   we were bloody-nosed, holding our breath for the balloon to come   down, hoping for higher, higher. Maybe freedom is a ribbon, pinning us to earth. […]

  • Scapes By Robert Solomon

    Life Sentences – Writers on Loving and Leaving New York

    “Goodbye to all that: Writers on Loving and Leaving New York” (Edited By Sari Botton) is a collection of New York City stories by writers, who all share the same love and disgust, the same passion cannot-live-without and dysfunctional abusive relationship with the city. Here are my favorite quotes from the book:   * * […]

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    “Could Have” By Wislawa Szymborska

      “It could have happened. It had to happen. It happened earlier. Later. Nearer. Farther off. It happened, but not to you. You were saved because you were the first. You were saved because you were the last. Alone. With others. On the right. The left. Because it was raining. Because of the shade. Because […]

  • Ascension By Otha Davis III

    “John Coltrane” By Yannis Livadas

      (An improvisational composition while listening to Ascension) “Rapid-fire swan-songs, glowing trophies of sun with turned backs, vespers of heartless nights offering holy vows fixed on the curved shoulders of birds with a cursed voice that is us – beatitude pasted on luck, a heart-leaf wandering away many centuries for a fate that’s not enough […]

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    A Second Interview with the Poet Yannis Livadas

      In May, I had the privilege and honor to do an interview with the poet Yannis Livadas.  The following second interview focuses more on his work as a translator, and of jazz poetry.    KIKA What motivates you to do a translation of a piece? Is it a purely literary challenge or would you […]

  • The Second Coming By Lia Melia

    “What’s My Esthetic” By Pat Nolan

        “I brandish my esthetic like a dry stalk a beautiful dry stalk but a dry stalk all the same some of the pieces flake off and make it lose its appearance the regal simplicity becomes more simple what was isn’t now I’m content with that mysterious still is why not because I wanted […]

  • “The More Loving One” Read By W.H. Auden

      Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal […]

  • Dirty Old New York By Matt Weber

    “I Am New York City” By Jayne Cortez

      “I am new york city here is my brain of hot sauce my tobacco teeth my mattress of bedbug tongue legs apart hand on chin war on the roof insults pointed fingers pushcarts my contraceptives all   look at my pelvis blushing   I am new york city of blood police and fried pies […]

  • Scotch Glass By Alexandra Pennycook

    “The Escapade of Illusion” By Charles Bukowski

      “the end of grace, the end of matter. the eye in the bottom of the bottle is yours winking back. old voices, old songs become a snake which crawls away. men go mad for empty faces why not? what else is there for them to do? I too have done it. the eye in […]

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    Steve Richmond on Bukowski

      A fine sunny clear morn, January 26, 1995, Thursday, about 11 A.M. and birds singing out there as they jerk beaks down to wild birdseed I’ve spilled from tea-cup purchased at Wednesday’s House Coffee House down on Main Street, just about 250 walking yards from this cave. Crisp, cool, and in toto clean outside. […]

  • The Boy By Jacek Graczyk

    “How Long” By Ron Padgett

      “How long do you want to go on being the person you think you are? How long, a city in China The nouns come toward you “Knee how,” they say To the cluster of synonyms also approaching… has that evening train been gone? How long, how long, baby, how long? Let me know if […]

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    “Kansas City West Bottoms” By Edward Dahlberg

      “The nickelplate moon Is low over the wires Like a Queensboro Electric lamp. The lights along the street Are fragments of A shooting star.   The evening is a lonely wind In my bones And the sidewalks are Thick fog inside me. Down below The lanterns at the Railroad crossing Are blue on my […]

  • “Church Going” Read By Philip Larkin

      “Once I am sure there’s nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, and stone, And little books; sprawlings of flowers, cut For Sunday, brownish now; some brass and stuff Up at the holy end; the small neat organ; And a tense, musty, unignorable silence, Brewed God […]

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    “Escaped” By Yannis Livadas

      “Every poet has his musician Even if he has returned from somewhere. Among four pencils I choose the ocean liner To write. To speak. The escaped. I have always a list. Solitude very early in the morning is not comparable To anything. Calmness falls and an echo of the heels of a woman Who […]

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    The Art of Fluidity – Movement Salon

      Fluidity (noun) 1. The quality or state of being fluid. 2. The ability of a substance to flow.   “If you look deeply into movement it is not straightforward. Nature is a labyrinth in which the very haste you move-in, will make you lose your way.” “Make haste slowly.” [Boris Mouravieff, Gnosis]   On […]

  • The Bell Tolls for Thee

    “Sapphic Fragments” By Kika Stayerman

      “Tracing your mouth with Sapphic fragments of my fingers You are only the length of my lashes away And you dare me not to kiss you So gentle, so familiar, you repair me with your lips Unfold me under your feathers Untended, unnamed, a dandelion apart   Your breath sew my eyelids shut And […]

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    “Trans-Siberian Prose and Little Jeanne from France” By Blaise Cendrars

        Back then, I was still so young I was only 16, yet I remembered nothing of my childhood I was 16,000 leagues from my hometown I was in Moscow, the city of one thousand and three bell towers and seven stations But, I hadn’t yet had my fill of those seven stations or […]

  • The Leaning Lamp By Simon Tupper

    “Internal Lights” By Yannis Livadas

      “This is the habit of writing a poem The night before Christmas Trapped for some times in the trap Of conclusion drinks his own blood With Dex Gordon a dirty chair And smoking butts – Alas to this emotional isolation He feels a little happy when he feels a little Dizzy a little happy […]

  • Playing the Blues 3 By Janel Eleftherakis

    “I’ve Got Something to Tell You” By Kika Stayerman

    “I’ve got something to tell you.   Red. Flying above the view Daily, demise, devoured As the blood pumping in my veins As your thousand lips As I find it hard to say Stop.     Blue. With a rope, the whole horizon Clouds ripped apart Silk in moonlight Your thousand hands Adding sins, dividing […]

  • Jayne Cortez Photo by John Sarsgard

    “How Long Has Trane Been Gone” By Jayne Cortez

          “Tell me about the good things you clappin’ & laughin’ will you remember or will you forget forget about the good things like Blues & Jazz being black Yeah black Music all about you And the musicians that write & play about you A black brother groanin’ A black sister moanin’ and […]

  • Fearless Falling By Sharon Yamamoto

    Create Dangerously By Albert Camus

      An Oriental wise man always used to ask the divinity in his prayers to be so kind as to spare him from living in an interesting era. As we are not wise, the divinity has not spared us and we are living in an interesting era. In any case, our era forces us to […]

  • The Dancer By Eleni Nikologlou

    “Jazz, I Say” By Yannis Livadas

      (to Lee Morgan)   It’s so subterranean the playing                 like a nightly fire on the remains of the empty street so hot                   and needed                         and                           ancient where all the street guys approach                their hands                       over it                 ’round and ’round                it’s the           tops –        it’s […]

  • Just Married By Erich Rauschenbach

    “Newlywed” By Jason Tandon

      “After the petals have settled between the emerald filaments of the field, after our pause on the macadam path to watch a horse touch its muzzle to a pond’s pewter sheen, after the horns have been polished and packed in velvet, after the dawn, when the windows ignite and we melt cubes of ice […]

  • Sweet Honey By Chico Sanchez

    “About My Poetry” By Nazim Hikmet

      “I have no silver-saddled horse to ride, no inheritance to live on, neither riches no real-estate – a pot of honey is all I own. A pot of honey red as fire! My honey is my everything. I guard my riches and my real-estate – my honey pot, I mean – from pests of […]

  • Red Cloud in Paris By Les Dessin d'Olivier

    “Say, 27,028 Days On This Earth” By Kika Stayerman

      “Say, 27,028 days on this earth, what have you learned? One day I came to meet you And when you painted, I saw everything. Haunted and haunting, truth and beauty For there stood your strong body As the map of scars and delicate bones, That gave way to the weight of the unlived lives. […]

  • Prizefight In Russia Burt Young

    Burt Young A Life

    I met Burt Young, the artist, in his flat in Port Washington. That part of him which is missing, emerges from his art. That which he fears, his art pacifies. That which stirs him is just in front of him, staring at him. With each morning punch, he becomes a fighter again; with each brushstroke, […]

  • Portrait of Blaise Cendrars By Jacques Chapiro

    “At the 5 Corners” By Blaise Cendrars

      “To dare and make some noise Everything is color movement explosion light Life flowers at the windows of the sun Which melts in my mouth I’m ripe And I fall translucent in the street You said it, buddy I don’t know how to open my eyes? Golden tongue Poetry in play.”   {Image: Portrait […]

  • Untitled (Woman Soho Square) 2014 By Giacomo Brunelli

    “When I Look at a Strawberry, I Think of a Tongue” By Édouard Levé

      When I was young, I thought Life: A User’s Manual would teach me how to live and Suicide: A User’s Manual how to die. I don’t really listen to what people tell me. I forget things I don’t like. I look down dead-end streets. The end of a trip leaves me with a sad […]

  • Gethsemane By Lia Melia

    Mystical Poems of Rumi #233

      “Come, how much is a kiss from that precious ruby? If a kiss is for a life, it is a duty to buy. Since the kiss is pure and not proper to earth, I will become a disengaged spirit, I will emerge from this body. The sea of purity said to me, “No aspiration […]

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    Henry Miller to Anais Nin

    Tuesday Night [June 7, 1932] Dear Anais – I love you madly, madly. I ran into Hugo during the intermission (I saw you come in, you know) and when Hugo spoke to me so gently, so kindly, and so innocently, I felt wretched. I hate this lying and deception when a person is so fair, […]

  • Paris Cafe By Louise Fahy

    “Before Laughter” By Yannis Livadas

      “Pain is there. The night sometimes turns out The dirt in the nails of the nightmare.   You are composed of loneliness. You gamble to the end. It is more than too late.   Things like these I was saying.   Now first of March I laugh With the poem I write. And say […]

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."

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 […]

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“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 […]

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“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 […]

Nick Cave

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 […]

Jack Hirschman "Path" (2 of 5) - 2006 Poet Laureate of San Francisco from One Night Music on Vimeo.

“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 […]

Discarded by Eleni Nikologlou

“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 […]

Joan Didion

“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 […]

Christopher Hitchens Photo by Art Streiber

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 […]

Illustration by Mark Millington

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

    {Image: Cello Illustration by Mark Millington}

Kara Walker Sculpture

“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 […]

Swans by Louise O'gorman

“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 […]

Children Playing by Thomas Roach

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 […]

Kenneth Patchen

“Be Music, Night” By Kenneth Patchen

  “Be music, night, That her sleep may go Where angels have their pale tall choirs   Be a hand, sea, That her dreams may watch Thy guidesman touching the green flesh of the world   Be a voice, sky, That her beauties may be counted    And the stars will tilt their quiet faces    Into […]

Michel Campeau

“Yessing” By Kika Stayerman

  “The day announce ‘this is your life’  I say ‘I want another option.’  drawing a smoke as far down as this weekend unfolds upon me  offering an equal exchange with the finite air in this room  Here, the whole story is told in a gentle unpacking  Exhaling –  deepening my portrait of being  writhen […]

Wine Woman by Caroline Leuhusen

“Have Some Madeira M’Dear” Performed by Tony Randall

    She was young, she was pure, she was new, she was nice, She was fair, she was sweet seventeen. He was old, he was vile, and no stranger to vice, He was base, he was bad, he was mean. He had slyly inveigled her up to his flat To view his collection of […]

The Strange Little Cat

Best Scenes – Always The White Side Up From “The Strange Little Cat”

     {Image: From the film The Strange Little Cat. Cinematography by Alexander Haßkerl}  

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“One Day in Icadiye” By Ahmet Hamdi Tanpýnar

  “One day in Sultantepe or Icadiye a melody takes wing and suddenly where you are a universe opens, enchanted, endless, free. Washed in the wind of today the rose of the past one by one scatters its leaves in the well of your dreams. Now you’ll look with a different eye on the sleep […]

Cerberus by Hedgz Exhbtz

“Cerberus” By Yannis Livadas

  “The absolute time is dead meat. I am delighted with the death that worms me. Dark light lies in the house. An empty creased blanket on my bed escapes from numbness. I am up 4:46 in the morning Heading for the cracking words, of the typing under the glare of a lonely lamp; But […]

Charles Bukowski Poster

To All Charles Bukowski’s Women

For his 94th birthday, here are some of the most memorable quotes of his Women novel: “It was almost disappointing because it seemed when stress and madness were eliminated from my daily life there wasn’t much left you could depend on.” […] “Working her lips apart, sucking at the upper lip. I saw her hair […]

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“Daynight, With Mountains Tied Inside” By Alice Fulton

  “Chandelier too full of brilliance to be indolent.             Your prisms enunciate the light and don’t need rain to break it into rainbows. Snow with six crutches in each crystal.             Your livery your glitter, your purring made visible. Only inanimate things can sparkle without sweat. My spinet, the threat of music             in its depths and […]

Morning by Vadim Shukov

“Glow” By Ron Padgett

  “When I wake up earlier than you and you are turned to face me, face on the pillow and hair spread around, I take a chance and stare at you, amazed in love and afraid that you might open your eyes and have the daylights scared out of you. But maybe with the daylights […]

The Writer by Ruth Clotworthy

Yannis Livadas on Paris

Reply to a formal letter from Paris (For the sender)   Since I received this letter of someone wanting to know me: I tell you my friend: I adore Paris but I don’t give a shit about “Shakespeare & Co.”: As I don’t give even half a shit about the monument of “Beat Hotel”: I […]

Pursuit of Perfection by Ruth Chase

“How to be Perfect” By Ron Padgett

  Everything is perfect, dear friend. – Kerouac “Get some sleep. Don’t give advice. Take care of your teeth and gums. Don’t be afraid of anything beyond your control. Don’t be afraid, for instance, that the building will collapse as you sleep, or that someone you love will suddenly drop dead. Eat a bowl of […]

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An Interview with “And Then” Magazine

On a pleasantly sunny day in May this year, I sent out an email to my dear friend Robert Roth, asking if he will be willing to be featured in an interview for my blog. A typical yes-man as Robert is, he replied “Definitely would like that!” I first met Robert when I attended his […]

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Henry Miller’s Work Schedule

  COMMANDMENTS   1. Work on one thing at a time until finished. 2. Start no more new books, add no more new material to “Black Spring.” 3. Don’t be nervous. Work calmly, joyously, recklessly on whatever is in hand. 4. Work according to the program and not according to mood. Stop at the appointed […]

The Apparatus For Belief (Is In Its Teleplasmic Dreaming) By Abbra Kotlarczyk

“A Way To Love God” By Robert Penn Warren

  “Here is the shadow of truth, for only the shadow is true. And the line where the incoming swell from the sunset Pacific First leans and staggers to break will tell all you need to know About submarine geography, and your father’s death rattle Provides all biographical data required for the Who’s Who of […]

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“Autobiography” – A Jazzy Reading By Lawrence Ferlinghetti

      “I am leading a quiet life    in Mike’s Place every day    watching the champs of the Dante Billiard Parlor    and the French pinball addicts.    I am leading a quiet life    on lower East Broadway.    I am an American. I was an American boy. I read the American Boy Magazine    and became a […]

Camille Rankine

“Symptoms of Optimism” By Camille Rankine

  “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you time is a language I don’t speak.   When I say now, I mean mañana, chica. Was it yesterday   we were bloody-nosed, holding our breath for the balloon to come   down, hoping for higher, higher. Maybe freedom is a ribbon, pinning us to earth. […]

Scapes By Robert Solomon

Life Sentences – Writers on Loving and Leaving New York

“Goodbye to all that: Writers on Loving and Leaving New York” (Edited By Sari Botton) is a collection of New York City stories by writers, who all share the same love and disgust, the same passion cannot-live-without and dysfunctional abusive relationship with the city. Here are my favorite quotes from the book:   * * […]

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“Could Have” By Wislawa Szymborska

  “It could have happened. It had to happen. It happened earlier. Later. Nearer. Farther off. It happened, but not to you. You were saved because you were the first. You were saved because you were the last. Alone. With others. On the right. The left. Because it was raining. Because of the shade. Because […]

Ascension By Otha Davis III

“John Coltrane” By Yannis Livadas

  (An improvisational composition while listening to Ascension) “Rapid-fire swan-songs, glowing trophies of sun with turned backs, vespers of heartless nights offering holy vows fixed on the curved shoulders of birds with a cursed voice that is us – beatitude pasted on luck, a heart-leaf wandering away many centuries for a fate that’s not enough […]

Yannis Livadas June 2014

A Second Interview with the Poet Yannis Livadas

  In May, I had the privilege and honor to do an interview with the poet Yannis Livadas.  The following second interview focuses more on his work as a translator, and of jazz poetry.    KIKA What motivates you to do a translation of a piece? Is it a purely literary challenge or would you […]

The Second Coming By Lia Melia

“What’s My Esthetic” By Pat Nolan

    “I brandish my esthetic like a dry stalk a beautiful dry stalk but a dry stalk all the same some of the pieces flake off and make it lose its appearance the regal simplicity becomes more simple what was isn’t now I’m content with that mysterious still is why not because I wanted […]


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“The More Loving One” Read By W.H. Auden

  Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal […]

Dirty Old New York By Matt Weber

“I Am New York City” By Jayne Cortez

  “I am new york city here is my brain of hot sauce my tobacco teeth my mattress of bedbug tongue legs apart hand on chin war on the roof insults pointed fingers pushcarts my contraceptives all   look at my pelvis blushing   I am new york city of blood police and fried pies […]

Scotch Glass By Alexandra Pennycook

“The Escapade of Illusion” By Charles Bukowski

  “the end of grace, the end of matter. the eye in the bottom of the bottle is yours winking back. old voices, old songs become a snake which crawls away. men go mad for empty faces why not? what else is there for them to do? I too have done it. the eye in […]

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