Category: Spring 2013 Poetry

The Paintress for Sam
by Nick Squadere But what could be more brilliant than the index finger behind your

Microcosm
by Nick Squadere SHINKICHI TAKAHASHI said that rivers & mountains exist within a single tuberous

Suburbia
by Donald Crane As I was trimming around my rose bushes, I glanced over the hedge And saw my neighbor’s wife on her chaise longue

Coming to Mr. Kirk
by Richard Taylor Before the crowd arrives I’ll find shelter among the thick trees and stand very still. The noise of them, the noise bends the

Cold Knowing
by Richard Taylor Water from the well in its corner of our barn and house can straighten a person up pink and suddenly with cold astringent

Artaud in Mexico
by John Macker He tells the dubious Tarahumara Rimbaud never met a French poet he didn’t disdain. Eats peyote by the handful from a painted

For Ted Berrigan
by John Macker Your “code of the west” is not the same as mine. You are all Manhattan via Oklahoma party Pepsi cowboy true rumbling gut on the