Remembering My Time As a Student (For David Blair)
By Justin Rogers
You are a River Rouge stench
creeping like a grimy greyhound
from west to east. You are remembered
for how sweet that stench … Continue reading→
By Victor D. Infante
These past few weeks, I have been preoccupied with my late friend Jack McCarthy. Jack was one of the best poets and people I knew, and I find his ghost speaking to me whenever … Continue reading→
Processional
(for D. Blair)
By Karrie Waarala
When you died, a parade poured out of your mouth.
Minuscule tubas honked, butterfly wing parasols waved,
a dreadlocked conductor led the way, shrilling
his whistle, stomping his … Continue reading→
Shrayen
For David Blair
and the city of Denver
By Paulie Lipman
Somewhere in this apt building
a guitar is being strangled
not the erotic asphyxia of Hendrix
but the rope a dope of … Continue reading→
By Victor D. Infante
It would have been Erica Erdman’s birthday today, a fact the Internet has been reminding me of incessently. It’s a jarring little quirk of technology, this seeing the names and faces of dead friends appear … Continue reading→