Category: Spring 2012 Poetry

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

translation for calin – andrei mihailescu
by Andrei Codrescu Exile is the most radical form of translation writes Calin – Andrei Mihailescu in “Happy New Fear” an English –

Tanka after Basho
by David Bulbul An outdoor wedding. A summer evening. Dinner. Music. Dancing. And someone’s gorgeous lusty wife. A lusty poet. Trouble.

Rzeszowian Ode
by Ewa Chrusciel I smuggle her hula hoop skirts. Queen of the oven and drawers stuffed with candy. Hysteric who chased us with hunks of bread

Mephisto 10
by Michael McClure MOUNTAINS OF MATTER MADE OF STARS, and scent of crushed GERANIUM LEAVES, in “the everlasting universe of things” roll through