Category: Published Issues
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NORTH TOWER Exploding
by Clayton Eshleman 10:28 AM: top of the Tower: the antenna spire begins to descend
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A MORNING WRITHING WITH Revelation
by Clayton Eshleman A MORNING WRITHING WITH Revelation [Bacon & Giacometti at Gagosian]
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A PERFECT CIRCLE
by Jerome Rothenberg THREE POEMS FROM “A FURTHER WITNESS” for Anselm Hollo in memoriam A PERFECT CIRCLE the protocol of light runs
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THE FLOW OF TIME
by Jerome Rothenberg THREE POEMS FROM “A FURTHER WITNESS” for Anselm Hollo in memoriam THE FLOW OF TIME to pose a question & to
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AS THE SKY GOES BLACK
by Jerome Rothenberg THREE POEMS FROM “A FURTHER WITNESS” for Anselm Hollo in memoriam AS THE SKY GOES BLACK fixed in place or running
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The Maltese M
by George Bowering Surely it tells us something that more people read Paradise Lost than even begin reading Paradise Regained. Things used to
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Myth is History
by George Bowering The toilet paper I’ve used during my life — do I owe the earth a tree? Two trees? But wait, haven’t my turds fed the earth, or
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Curiosity
by George Bowering The neonate looked up at me with eyes I have known forever. Then clouds, white on top, grey underneath, slid behind those
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In winter when the towels get dry just by being in the house
by Diane Wald My undertaker wears a lively cologne. I like it. I believe in his religion, for he has seen a man pack up his falsetto and travel,
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if you’re sleeping and not dreaming, you are dead
by Diane Wald i am broken. and my fissures have not been repaired with gold, you can trace your finger along my faults, and cut your fingers on