Take the words out of yourmouth like a nectarfrom the Gods Take the silence of theNight as a sign theworld you shouldAdore Take the rising babies’cries as a hope of re-awakening And the sweet breeze ofthe Mountain–as a Secretto be keeping– Take the useless laughterAs a sign of departure– Take the fools and DrunkardsAs the models of Failure Take the pain in the HeartAs a … Continue reading Nectar of the Gods by Claire Andréani
There are few movies that make libraries “sexy” (or even use libraries at all for that matter). Certainly not The Pagemaster. Maybe Funny Face. But with Navot Papushado’s latest film, Gunpowder Milkshake, the cachet of the library might just get a brief defibrillation (because Ghostbusters and The Day After Tomorrow certainly did not make the library look inviting, nor did Sex and the City: The Movie with Carrie and her dramatic “left at the … Continue reading The Library and Literature of Gunpowder Milkshake
After I move out of here—if I make it—I want art, laughter and music. What is the term for the terrorof being alone in a huge open spacesomething like an asteroidtraveling at the speed of lightthrough vast emptiness? I might tumble—a fear so pervasivethat at times I find myselfcrawling across the pine floor.Even then I might encounter a scorpion,a dozing rattler, or a black widow.While upright … Continue reading Space Phobia by Dale Champlin
You are a tall dark stranger. And one strange son-of-a-bitch. Unfortunately, you’re also a fucking ugly bastard, and will never meet ANYONE who will change that fact; not even a top-shelf plastic surgeon. All of your children will be born in a landfill, each one whelped by the open sewer that is your common-law wife. All will die of humiliation and lead-poisoning. Just so you … Continue reading Fortune Cookie Writer with Tourette’s by Richard Weaver
We would have dancedto the Beatles, you andI, with a vodka in onehand and our poetryin the other. I would have taught you some New steps you undoubtedlynever heard of before: gosoftly, don’t shout and singwhen you can’t find the wordsto speak your sadness. How I would have paid any-thing to have seen you growold, the blonde thinning, thegorgeous smile smothered inmy kisses and your wrinkles From … Continue reading Back in the USSR by Cynthia Andrews
