Two poems by Daniel Jakopovich

a plaidoyer to the good subject my friend, behold the hippodrome-city’s eerie complexion discern the thumping of the cavalry of judicial murder and catapult their broadcasting tools before they take your neighbour away Refuse to treat anyone without love. reflect Continue reading Two poems by Daniel Jakopovich

DO YOU KNOW YOUR LIBRARIAN? by Michael H. Brownstein

DO YOU KNOW YOUR LIBRARIAN? This is for the woman who collects books. She asks me if all of my questions were answered, But I did not bring my answers with me, Nor did I pack any questions needing to Continue reading DO YOU KNOW YOUR LIBRARIAN? by Michael H. Brownstein

THE BREATH OF GOD by Michael H. Brownstein

THE BREATH OF GOD The first time I felt the presence of god was at the foot of the tunnel of the great redwood tree and the thick steep hill it anchored itself to. The second time was in Viet Continue reading THE BREATH OF GOD by Michael H. Brownstein

SCRAPS: THREE DEAD MEN STANDING by Michael H. Brownstein

SCRAPS: THREE DEAD MEN STANDING the gray musk of cloud, a cringe at the edge of blue, green in this world exposes the green of this world: cloud shelter: dragons of sky: and the lake at the side of the Continue reading SCRAPS: THREE DEAD MEN STANDING by Michael H. Brownstein

Howler by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Howler for K. W. Peery He writes the words to the music and the words to the words a Midwest howler sure as Kerouac on his way to the maddening swirl. Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian born author presently Continue reading Howler by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

A summer blessing by Christopher Hopkins

A summer blessing A cotton hill looking for a home. Drifting to the blessing, paper thin. In a breath, the warmth, feathered out, as the dandelion seeds on a cow’s tongue. And as quick as the sun’s mask came, the Continue reading A summer blessing by Christopher Hopkins

The Last Standing Indians by Pris Campbell

The Last Standing Indians I read about Indians in grade school, all of them scalpers and killers, my history books said, except for Tonto, the Lone Ranger’s faithful companion. I knew about Tonto through radio. My second husband was one-fourth Continue reading The Last Standing Indians by Pris Campbell

Upon Finding a Letter by Tom Conlan

Upon Finding a Letter folded in a book dusty and unread these forty-five years Brautigan sits below the Hollywood sign listens to music in yellowed newspaper print, the Free Press Kerouac wrote to his lover from Europe She should visit Continue reading Upon Finding a Letter by Tom Conlan

Five poems by Jake Cosmos Aller

It is a Gun Situation, Mr. President Mr. President You are wrong once again You said that the tragic events in Texas And Las Vegas were not “gun situations” But rather were mental health problems And that in Texas if Continue reading Five poems by Jake Cosmos Aller

To A Overdue Muse by John Patrick Robbins

To A Overdue Muse From the whiskey fueled binges to the long nights in between. You were there when you never had to be. My words serve me always but they found an audience long before them with you. And Continue reading To A Overdue Muse by John Patrick Robbins