“… my mortally endearing friends.” An artist friend, Karen Gunderson, introduced me to Clarence Brimley, a 35-year-old spoken-word poet from NYC. Clarence sent along a few of his poems, but without the voice. I wondered how they would sound/feel when...
Mathewson 11 Micro aggressions rise blank to ascension: ur-cut, savage, to omit the dupe—(re)emerges to femme a skin of guts an oblique attraction. Earl Shoepeg sucks Eddy’s soul. Earl’s an Eddy rumpologist (‘st): burned as impurity, agent of rapture in...
Flux I see something of God in each hour of the twenty-four. — Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself” In the dark acreage of the house a whole hill of love prevents the roof from collapsing. Birds tinge the fringes of my dreaming. It’s the...
Imprinting I’m tiring of confinement – this place filling of connections. They are spilling on the deck and out the front door to go smoke, they are cluttering the booths and barstools, making it impossible to move. Bartender knows my name ...
Music, Romance and Madness has Six Strings by Bill Dixon Contributing Columnist I was in Maine, getting ready to make my annual late September trek, and head to Florida for six months. There were boxes and stacks of stuff to be packed and loaded...
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