Mr. Tambo, Mr. Bones the mime wears whiteface
by Jack Foley Is it possible How do you do, Mr. Tambo that the man in blackface Oh, Mr. Bones, in a minstrel show I been having (in addition to
Night
by Etel Adnan Silence is covering memory’s shaken trees. No prohibition can hold back the waves that are none other than childhood’s attempts to
Rats
by Heathcote Williams http://thisfragiletent.files.wordpress.com/2011/12/rat.jpg ?w=497&h=375 Rats are beating us In a competition that We’ve
translation for calin – andrei mihailescu
by Andrei Codrescu Exile is the most radical form of translation writes Calin – Andrei Mihailescu in “Happy New Fear” an English –
Tanka after Basho
by David Bulbul An outdoor wedding. A summer evening. Dinner. Music. Dancing. And someone’s gorgeous lusty wife. A lusty poet. Trouble.
Rzeszowian Ode
by Ewa Chrusciel I smuggle her hula hoop skirts. Queen of the oven and drawers stuffed with candy. Hysteric who chased us with hunks of bread