Category: Winter 2009
The Archive
by Ed Sanders Edward Sanders’ archive was buried at the Norton, Illinois landfill in 437 bankers boxes plus two portable safes containing a
Sunflower Moments
by Ed Sanders “I can’t tell you how many visions I’ve had in the last few months” she said I asked a few questions trying to find out why “Mostly
Micrometric Bibles
by Ed Sanders “Much has been made,” Reverend Corrigan continued, “of the search for the Higgs boson, the particle which many physicists claim is
Ode to the Beat Generation
by Ed Sanders Ode to the Beat Generation — for Antonio Bertoli Hail to the Beat Generation in the Time-Mist! Hail to the Generation that rocked
A Parable.
by Peter Money The animals greeted him as if he were one of them. Maybe they can smell the special carbon on his breath, the distaste, refuse,
In Ancient Times
by Peter Money In Ancient Times — for Chris Busa You were standing over the raft (it was low tide and the raft was idle), the one you
Specific —
by Steve Luttrell the man on the bridge (alone) standing. neither here nor there.
(Fragment)
by Steve Luttrell Mind’s necessary movement memory’s dislodged fragments what comes up comes up
Coast Poem
by Steve Luttrell The tides to bring the news of oceans. Where the weather takes the shape of change.
And Now . . . .
by Lucien Stryk Ancient recorder: mind leaps through centuries of pain, beyond war, peace, genocide, even love. Circles like swallows over and