The Cafe Review

by Barbara Siegel Carlson Two o’clock on his way home. Sun beats down his neck, so he takes a different route. A pigeon begins to gurgle as

by Gerd Stern when you’ve got to go it’s a pisser of a when not just you won’t stay can’t, that is, however will you be going now here, there,

by Gerd Stern there was nothing to forgive then murder impossible to forget drove your express spirit beyond this back beat of no time like no

by R.S. Mengert When I was a boy, I dreamt of being an astronaut. I grew up freakishly large and half blind. No space for me. No floating

by R.S. Mengert If you can empty your own boat crossing the river of the world no one will oppose you. Chuang Tzu I started

by Paul Nelson The function of waves is to bring the salvage from shipwrecks. — Ramón Gomez de la Serna

by Paul Nelson Those tiny pocket diaries make the year smaller. — Ramón Gomez de la Serna & a year will

by Paul Nelson Horse flies are smudges on the air. — Ramón Gomez de la Serna Dragonflies are silent fireworks. Into the

by Neeli Cherkovski in the hills which are prelude to disaster famine, monsoon central planning, but I plant jasmine on your shoulder, and tend

by Neeli Cherkovski consider the blue and the red, take your pain to the hills, do not allow envy or anger into the house, step over the dying

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