By Robert Wynne
Thank you for joining me! Over the past year or so, I’ve sporadically published some invented forms in this fine online journal, and I have decided to try to focus on churning out one new such column … Continue reading→
Opposition to Solitary
by Kumar Ambuj
He is a pebble
In the comfort of your sleep
A tiny thought
A word in your shining language that
Makes you stutter
A pothole in your way
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In Istanbul: Faith Has No Name
By Lenore Weiss
1.
Old men talking on park benches
sound the same in every country,
a soft humming of the same tune,
witnesses to toppled governments,
news of sickness, … Continue reading→
by Jade Sylvan
A couple months ago I was performing at a spoken word venue with a strong youth scene. My friend, the adult slammaster who was also one of the youth team coaches, asked me to come talk to … Continue reading→
Port Washington song
By Robert Bohm
The crows’ ascent
begins in grass at the gravestone’s edge
as it flaps its wings, then in silence
flies above an untrimmed hedge.
A tiny Jeremiah, I sat in … Continue reading→