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