“Invalidenstrasse” & Other PoemsFrom the Print
And darkness was all around them, as if they were in someone’s mouth…
And darkness was all around them, as if they were in someone’s mouth…
And then Ascona delivers her from years of obsolescence…
As with anything new and unfathomable, they did not know what to do with The Wind Catalog except laugh at it. While they laughed, a new and updated Wind Catalog arrived…
They remain both alive and dead, which makes them not quite alive, nor quite dead. And what, in turn, carrying that paradoxical knowledge in your head, does that make you?
The supreme task of the Poets is the filming of Agony itself, but their secondary task—seeking and refining The Peep-Hole’s glimpse into The Covered Wagons—is by no means unimportant or without significant challenges…
The shadow of the valley is a placeholder for the valley, a reminder that a body stands between those stands of bleachers, or this stand of trees or the neighborhood watchers standing around watching birds fly back and forth from their nests to the gardens in every Westwood neighborhood, all the while casting shadows that somehow don’t look like birds but like people wondering…
ALL RIGHT, Joshua Waughop the hunchback dwarf had a real limited set of magical powers he could do. I mean real limited…
We wanted a child but no child came. When Joan suggested the procedure, I wasn’t so sure. It didn’t seem natural…
A poem and cut-out by Matthea Harvey.
Tales: alchemical. / Criticism: polemical. / Subjects: tarn, tomb, raven, Ulalume…
The girl walked slowly into the park. She had a heavy sack on her back. When she reached the man’s gravestone, she swung the pack from her shoulder…
The radio animals travel in lavender clouds. They are always chattering, they are always cold…
In June 1989, the worst railroad disaster in Soviet history occurred in the Bashkir Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic near the village of Ulu-Telyak…
[FLOOR] In the foyer: a walnut floor. The cracks near the door create a triangular pattern. There are water scars at the foot of the stairs. I scrape cobwebs from the baseboards with a dull knife. … Continued
… Sunset wears a crown
Like a wound wears a crown.
Even I believe in something
When looking into water at sunset.
Even then the gods are at work.
The eyes see something beautiful beyond,
The shells of snails twirling like a galaxy
Made from a mathematical formula
Like a flame trying to become a rose…