(1) A lot of sky litters my view of home — oh Missed one, lost Helium balloons spill off the horizon & knock me backwards Jeolousy is too easy, this easy I miss a better sentiment, ballooning pride could accomplish Homesick for your hands, I miss the fragrance of my labors in them: devilish…
My father is in New York but I don't see him until the last day of his trip East. Business, he says, Business. Just the same though I look for him on every street corner, in all the bars along Lexington Avenue, and bent low, almost to my knees, I search the taxis along Fifth…
EDITORIAL BOARD Directors Peter O'Malley DeWitt Henry Coordinating Editor James Randall Editorial Staff David Gullette Paul Hannigan William Corbett Katha Pollitt Art Director David Omar White CONTRIBUTORS ALBERTINE is currently building his own dome in Griswold, Connecticut. He studied under Minor White, graduated from Rochester Institute of Technology, is working on his Masters at M.I.T….
Look at me. Turn around. It’s four — thirty Saturday afternoon & this sick loose light that’s coming through the window wants to fall apart. It’s time for me to leave; & Christ, love, if I’ve got to go, this is the time. Pick up the books & help me divide the dishes, the glassware,…
for Leonidas Zenakos Mama Crow makes her nest with feathers and twigs Mama crow counts her eggs and finds some missing Mama Crow preens her neck Mama Crow bleeds her breast -her husband drags out a corpse crowing “Lunchtime, lunch!” At 5 she has her coffee at 7 meat-pie at 8 she builds prisons at…
“I never could stand you too long, don’t you know,” a definite blockage concrete application. The Graces are three Negro bims walking down Columbus Ave. or a woman’s laughter from Shaker Heights or Santa Barbara. He never could forgive himself, …
The old man wasn’t thumbing but I picked him up. He wasn’t growing a beard, just didn’t shave and his sack, Army duffle and white, bulged with all he owned. He apologized three times for the space he was taking and he hated women. Story after story he told of waitresses who said no when…
Five women, talking while spring came: petals of the hand; the whispering of rain. One talked of loneliness; sudden alarm: four startled deer leapt into the distance. One measured the spirit the length of the night, a seismograph charting the rising of tremors. One of her husband thought always/his absence, her heart sheathed in grief,…
The day will come when I will Share once more the quilts And pillows I am storing Away. Once more I will shyly Let you undress me and gently Unlock my sealed jewel. I can never describe the Ten thousand beautiful sensual Ways we will make love. Huang O 16th century From THE WOMEN POETS…
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