The Cafe Review

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

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

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

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

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

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