Save the Barnes Collection
by Clark Coolidge Wow (wow) wait till those moon, bells run down this church is called EI Primo it even admits blackhats stirred up
lacustrine, the air . . . .
by Gerrit Lansing Edgy words, a discipline. The poor, with us always. Us ? We sought the pale intensities. Sunny the
Rain Goddess: What I Learned As A Tourist in the Yucatan
by Diane Wakoski The stones, not Olmec. Break your ankle against saw palmetto a slash of brawling foliage, unregulated And
Grey Goddess
by Diane Wakoski thinking of Patricia Waters in St. Augustine With Minerva’s eyes of corrugated knowing she wraps us in hand –
For The Aztec Goddess
by Diane Wakoski “Take one,” she said, opening her closet of frankincense & myrrh. In it hung anoraks, parkas, wool jackets, raincoats, even
The World Revealed
by Thomas Meyer And Jacob called unto his sons, and said, Gather yourselves together, that I may tell you that which shall befall you in the last