May the Force Be with You: A Poem about Meditation
by Diane di Prima Maybe they are never done with us the speechless full Moon or the Force, and how many other hearts ? Be like a mirror of
The Nature of Inspiration for Philip Whalen
Diane di Prima Read It said. I read. Then Write It said. I found the back of an envelope & wrote It down now Type It told me Fuck off I
Before Solstice
by Diane di Prima the mystery in the Brocade the jewels upon the Tree wild snatches of Song on the wind from a mouth Inhuman how could I turn
Dreams of Wartimes
by Anne Waldman There was a time when we were a flat earth why not consider our one dimension as total, then no one believed. Not to see
End of Track
by Gerard Malanga You’ll not find me in historic Hudson among the periwinkles and clematis. You’ll not find the footstep traces soon followed by
Don Snyder, Photographer
by Gerard Malanga What then of the pictures he left behind in his sleep the mounds of tabloids bundled and yellowed the looseleaf binders falling