Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
FEATURED IN THIS ISSUE: Kell Robertson, Joe Speer, Patricia Clark Smith. Mini-Anthology of Haitian Poets. Jack Hirschman and Boadiba, editors/translators. Mini-Features: Lauren Camp, Catherine Ferguson, Damien Flores, Michael C. Ford, Howard McCord. ALSO IN THIS ISSUE: H. Marie Aragon, Hakim Continue reading the malpais review | vol. 1, no. 4
ghost(s) solstice Sometimes they’re nothing more than birds driven to distraction by the wind, sometimes they’re the colors of dawn’s indulgent appetite to soften everything, sometimes a pod of killer whale shaped clouds swimming across solstice sky; you can catch Continue reading john macker | ghost(s) solstice
he lived ghost he lived phantom his fast draw vision his electricity his weave his pages in the dark . . . -Tony Moffeit Please join us for a night of poems, songs, visions, ravens, gun molls, sorcerers & ‘slingers.
John Macker and Todd Moore | Mountainair, New Mexico, Summer 2006 …Todd and I met for our last lunch together a couple of months ago in Albuquerque. He brought with him a few books he’d been reading. One was a Continue reading todd moore & john macker
John Macker lives in a fabled old roadhouse on the Santa Fe Trail. His back yard is a labyrinth of boulders, cactus, sagebrush, blown sticks, scorpions, and rattlesnakes. In fact, there is a story that a monster rattlesnake guards an Continue reading todd moore | las montanas de santa fe: visions of the spirit country
Stuart Z. Perkoff By John Macker “The Poet is the world’s remembrancer.” -Lawrence Lipton “He told of taking acid in situations that would terrify me, for instance, a jail cell in Terminal Island.” -Robert Creeley, on Stuart, from his foreword Continue reading john macker | stuart z. perkoff
