A Restless Young Man I was a restless young man, Presto agitato. However, I wasn’t the head-banging sort. For some odd reason, while My art school classmates Nodded to punk, the Sex Pistols Or Redness, a Cleveland band – Thin, ragged kids who bolted And welded sharp steel sculptures – Late at night, in […]
The City of Trust is open on every side, like a room without walls, without doors, the same on every side, if you can speak of sides when it’s the same. Whenever you meet someone you say there you are, as if you’ve found the person you’re looking for—it’s better in person than over […]
When Love Is Taken From Them, They Instantly Fill by John Rodzvilla When you are taken from me, I feel the need to fill my receiver. Soon comes the suffocating smell, the spirit of sulphur. Unlute the receiver! There will be about eighteen hours before booking and release. When I’m free I’ll lute your […]
Master and Pupil by David Sapp When he was a young man, an earnest but nutty art student, Charles Robert came to my door painted head-to-toe in Ultramarine Blue, seeking advice and turpentine. Even then, he could have been a blue Krishna wooing Radha. Now colleagues, he is the swami, and I remain, as […]