The Cafe Review

by Hettie Jones As you advised, I am wearing the sweater I won’t be wearing after I’m dead I’m wearing it while I still have choices to leave

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

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

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

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

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

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

by Gerard Malanga He would’ve been the last one you’d expect to find out at Blackpool on a sea breeze winter’s day or at East Parade long past.

by Gerard Malanga She came from a place of no particular consequence with a vision as wide as the bright blue skies and lived by her wits, making

by Ilya Kaminsky They say so much sky in her chest addicted her. They claim, with inappropriate laughter, she requested to be locked in a bird

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