My Introduction to Leonard Cohen by Michael Berton

I’m twenty-two, working poverty’s wage, intellectually curious, full of Tex/Mex chicanery, while branching out in the D/FW metroplex Bible Belt watching slam dancers protest with their bodies at the 1984 Republican Convention. I sleep on couches or a bouncy air mattress supplied by the Red Cross. This is after the unforgettable fire burning off those youthful transgressions and immature ejaculations. Hangouts like Skippy’s Mistake, a … Continue reading My Introduction to Leonard Cohen by Michael Berton

Toward a Hermeneutics of Language in Which Poetry is Mistaken for Violets by Ann Pedone

This is the trouble with language.It moves with borrowed light. Lingersbetween loverssky and birda woman’s body and your mouth. It is a thing that grows as the light moves.Follows the revolutionsof the sun.Is consumed by the appetites of the soil. I list all of the men I have loved. Those who have left me and all the rest. And as I collapse into a sleep that is notI reachfor your shoulderas you moveto your side … Continue reading Toward a Hermeneutics of Language in Which Poetry is Mistaken for Violets by Ann Pedone

Affair by Michael T. Smith

We kissed under the guillotine,hoping for something lean, and Nyx watching the unionof our two lips lying, jealously– “Our excuse makes a solid ground,”she said, tearing at her nylon grey. “The ground?”  I replied,“We ought to just die and call it a day.” We skipped along like hooligans, knowing something the rest of the world did not, saying“ancips” and other Latin words that rot. I thought. She smiled,not knowing geometry. “But … Continue reading Affair by Michael T. Smith

I have been confined by O’ar Pali

I have been confined in speech. I have been confined in thought.  I have been confined in hope… And even happiness, Within my far set nest.  And I have been unleashed –Like the Big Bang –And the eternal twang!  I have seen a world –Yes… live within one thought. I have tasted exotic fruits –That were all but bruised…  What jewels(!) and fools(!) Someone lend – a … Continue reading I have been confined by O’ar Pali

A Poem About Everything by Rufo Quintavalle

Everything has to startsomewhere but a poemabout everything shouldnot start anywhere per sein media res is better andbest of all is no place atall a poem about everything has no truck withhierarchy or diachronicprogression and makesnonsense of the notionof non sequitur after allas soon as two thingsfollow each other theysequence and segue andapophenia is more thanjust a pretty word poemsabout everything do notexist in the … Continue reading A Poem About Everything by Rufo Quintavalle

Free of Pretense by Dale Champlin

You’d be surprised how many people talk to goldfish. He looked like a young David Bowie,her kid Jimmy, when he came and sat beside my bowl. “You know I’m an addict,”he told me. He talked to me the whole time he spread out his paraphernalia—needle, cotton balls,one of the Old Shoe’s bestsilver-plate spoons. He tied off his arm and flicked a vein to pop it to the surface, addeda few … Continue reading Free of Pretense by Dale Champlin