Category: Spring 2012 Issue

Being, Love for J. C.
by Neeli Cherkovski being, love, water, the harbor where we turn, suddenly it envelopes us and there is no turning back, shadows illuminate gated

So Much Love
by Neeli Cherkovski so much love that I want to hide from love I sit in the garden behind our house on Bernal Hill thinking rose, tree fern

No Love No Hate for Bill Morgan
by Neeli Cherkovski 1 throw the book away let it decompose in the stream throw your pen into a cloud grazing jagged winter peaks as governments

Occupy the Poem
by Neeli Cherkovski occupy the poem on its quiet center and the louder margins take each letter and every word to the limit cross into emptiness

Umm Kulthum
by Jack Foley listening to the astounding listening to the astounding sounds Rendition generates tarab, enchantment sounds of

Ascenseur Pour L’ Échafaud / Elevator to the Gallows for Robin A. Nicholas
by Jack Foley who writes who writes of the sadness of lovers of the sadness of lovers of their of their loneliness when apart loneliness when

Mais Qu’est-ce Qu’il ya, Dit le Non Dieu. Rien, Toujours Rien But What is It ? Says the Non God. Nothing, Always Nothing.
by Jack Foley A Poem of Xmas Xeer “ . . .. quoi que vous soyez chrétien, juif ou mussulman” pour un qui croit pas (comme moi) c’est pas une

Mr. Tambo, Mr. Bones the mime wears whiteface
by Jack Foley Is it possible How do you do, Mr. Tambo that the man in blackface Oh, Mr. Bones, in a minstrel show I been having (in addition to

Night
by Etel Adnan Silence is covering memory’s shaken trees. No prohibition can hold back the waves that are none other than childhood’s attempts to

Rats
by Heathcote Williams http://thisfragiletent.files.wordpress.com/2011/12/rat.jpg ?w=497&h=375 Rats are beating us In a competition that We’ve