A Message From the Memoirist — for Bibi
by Paul Pines 4:00 AM at the Northwoods Inn the room temp set for 70 but the fan never stops blowing I can’t sleep imagine writers driving
Interview With the Old Poet: Ferlinghetti at 91 — for David
by Paul Pines A star is born again and again and again until it becomes a Black Hole and no light can escape its density this enormous
The Transcendental in January
by normal “Winter midnight My voice does not Sound like my own.” — Otsuji Snow to