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by Joe Clifford At the print shop that day, the new kid Roger Maple had hired to run the shipping department had come to him in tears over problems he was having with his girlfriend, which had caught Roger off guard, because this kid had seemed like such a tough kid, riding to work […]
by Joe Clifford Across the water from Oakland’s burning hills, behind granite slabs of freeway masonry and the filth of bottle return machines, the promise of barley fish water, potatoes and tea attracts a noonday crowd of the ham-hocked and converted. Faith
by Meg Tuite A vision of numberless, cold plates sit on tables with the scattered remains of potatoes, carrots and bones. How many hands hold forks in bleary kitchens with peat-green wallpaper and embroidered sayings encased in plastic frames? Each thread stitched through those embroidery circles with knobby knuckles that beast with the stretch […]
Hidden Divinity I have been waking up each midnight, each dawn, at the end of each passing hour to see the squabble between darkness and light resulting in red rays as blood of a celestial war at twilight.
by Ron D’Alena [filmed at Howiees on Front in Medford, Oregon] December: a good time to be indoors. I’m two stools away from men hunched over beers, conversing in low tones. Work my lighter against a cigarette; watch Jenny push a bottle of Miller to a man wearing an Oakland Raiders cap. […]
Inexplicable I am drinking whiskey from a tin can – this line sounds so much like blues, but let me tell you the rest. This tin can is shiny and red- oh yes, many years ago, my grandfather, for many years, kept his pencils inside and some small notebook in which he […]
One Poet in Chicago This city is scary and supreme. Its shiny lakeshore with white yachts and seagulls and herons tilting quietly upon the marble waves.
(cronica nihilistei) de Cristina Nemerovschi (Morgothya) translated from Romanian by Silvia Bratu click pentru versiunea română The second baccalaureate session has passed with as many tears and as much heart-breaking whining as the first session which took place at the beginning of this summer. Indignant students, terribly annoyed parents furiously cursing the poor teachers […]
agnostic gnostic there’s no way you can prove god exists however I know you can build an alternate system of belief a non-god arises in my soul a fallen over-god perhaps still I believe I don’t believe in myself
by Dee Mason If you’d walked up to someone just ten years ago and asked him or her how popular books will be in ten years, they’d probably tell you that they’d have become obsolete. ‘They’ll be completely out-dated and replaced by computers’, they’d likely say. Yet, here we are and books are still […]