Writes Brendan Constantine: Gail Gauldin Moore is a quiet veteran of L.A.’s scene. Never a schmoozer, uninterested in the fame game, Moore has nevertheless endured as a true sister for the cause. She dates her career as a …
Monthly Archives: August 2016
The Road of Death
By Geosi Gyasi
the meat that scattered
across the road was human
flesh after all. that morning,
the ruling party had come to
our village to launch
a newly-tarred road.
Frank Stanford sitting on a cumulonimbus near the gate that bypasses Purgatory
By Richard H. Fox
— It wasn’t a dream it was a flood — Frank Stanford, poet (1948-1978)
I need a wingman to watch my back
Rorschach
By Bill Livingston
The spilt milk on the table looks like a giraffe in heat.
The exploded pen ink on the white shirt looks like an abandoned lighthouse.