Peter Norman: from The Gun That Starts The Race

Peter Norman: from The Gun That Starts The Race

AGE OF WAITING Crows rasp and wrestle for a scrap of kill discarded at the curb: carcass dropped from the claws of a passing gull. Each beak pecks out its…

Chelene Knight: from Braided Skin

Chelene Knight: from Braided Skin

UGANDA 1972 A once promising land—evaporating. The people abolished, divided and shaken by the expulsion, the elimination. The threat of an ethnic cleansing of the Indian minority hovered over Asian…

Tanis MacDonald: Two Poems

Tanis MacDonald: Two Poems

CHERISH: A CENTO Dear friend, you have excited crowds with your example.1 I speak to judge crimes of filiation.2 Consider that the thing died before we ever proved it lived,3…

John Thompson: Professor’s Last Stand

John Thompson: Professor’s Last Stand

PROFESSOR’S LAST STAND   Don’t believe I’m here: I’ve packed, gone without a trace somewhere north of north,   or I’m lying in the oily arms of the richest woman…

Rebecca Salazar: Colombiana

Rebecca Salazar: Colombiana

COLOMBIANA   1. (noun.) The CGI favelas superimposed upon the intricate-lit sheen of Zoe Saldana’s left tricep as she nuzzles a handgun between praying hands, barrel kissing her brow as…

Kelly Shepherd: Self Portrait in Fur

Kelly Shepherd: Self Portrait in Fur

SELF PORTRAIT IN FUR The bear says to the gathered performance artists who are attempting a sound poem that emulates the sounds of a bear I never know when it’s…

Ali Znaidi: The Doxa of the Wind

THE DOXA OF THE WIND The dust is biting the leaves. A chrysanthemum is blooming in a salty dry swamp. Sécheresse is everywhere. I’m searching for a mystery amidst the…

Taryn Hubbard: Two Poems

Taryn Hubbard: Two Poems

ON ROLLING THE DICE I tried to explain non-sequitur username perfect punch line a secret combination what’s the point of baited wish down at the avatar hall? tight cued lemon…

Steve McOrmond: Two Poems

Steve McOrmond: Two Poems

INTRODUCTION TO HOMELESSNESS _____“The point is that fashion is the armour to survive the reality of everyday life.” _________________________________________– Bill Cunningham Bare feet in old running shoes, a tattered cape…