Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Note with auyama and El Toro I also want to see the Andes in order to cast a little of my ink on their immaculate snow. (Elisée Reclus, to his brother, writing from Louisiana, 1855) He’d had enough of plantation-south Continue reading sylvia ann manning | note with auyama and el toro
Hello to anyone who loves Austin or poetry and especially Albert Huffstickler’s poetry! Could you send, by e-mail or post, a note to the Austin City Council to give your approval for naming a small Austin park in his honor? Continue reading albert huffstickler | hello…
Zorn (note of December 2 to Tony, justified) I mailed an official copy of your death certificate at post office Larry Hamilton was with me he was doing things at the house like getting your dad’s radio to work the Continue reading sylvia ann manning | zorn
La Buanderie Ceci est comme Hopper l’aurait peint : la rangée des sécheuses jaunes attrapant le soleil dans la vitrine, un homme la main étendue vers la machine à sous, la tête tournée sur le coté comme s’il réfléchissait, une Continue reading albert huffstickler | la buanderie | laundromat
by Monique Laforce to my Dharma Bums, Jack Kerouac and Jean Tardif
Tell us, Jack, are we from the same America? Continue reading monique laforce & sylvia ann manning | all our americas | toutes nos amériques
Two Sequences of Haiku for a Season :
by André Marceau
Continue reading andré marceau | les bébittes veulent toutes & un agent de sécurité
