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