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 […]
Poetry: Master and Pupil
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 […]
Poetry: Forgoing the Invitation to Heaven
Forgoing the Invitation to Heaven by M. Ait Ali I move in life,―where all birds, animals, insects, and cloth-faced humans―dry or wet behind the ears and the eyes― were tripped up by the emerald rug of earth and withal its skillful questions and questioning tones. I foot the distance:―the pathway a teenager, who aged […]
Poetry: The Old Green One
The Old Green One by Holly Day I will make you a music box from a porn star fill her insides with gears and whistles, a key that comes out of her navel for turning in the hot summer sun or under the stars at night. When our daughter is older, I will […]