Night Streets Crystal
by Ron Loewinsohn The streets at night Run broad and bright deep into the heart where they take me to myself. The streets at night Are filled
Zero: The Fool
by Ron Loewinsohn His sky is the same yellow as his boots, which appear to be thin and ill – suited for the craggy heights where he dances
Blood and Sand
by Jack Spicer It is as if the poem moves Without the poem. I have captured you. Done all my will. Have done with all Emotion. There is
Glenn Todd
by Charles Plymell We’ve seen the trace of tears on dusty Texas cheeks and cliffs of far away Pacific spray eat away timeless
Collateral Damage for Joanna McClure
by Charles Plymell The moon is sometimes bathed in night’s full light and the earth is aroused as when a woman bathes turns in her phases
red Fred’s piano
by John Wieners low down and dirty I sit having found the connection Eddy and Taylor to day they reprint Cocteau’s Diary of a cure I am hooked