Poetry
Alan Gilbert Poetry
By Alan GilbertA conference attendee’s stick-on name tag keeps falling to the floor, collecting more lint and dirt each time
Levi’s Straus
By L.S. AsekoffWhen Tel Quel’s darling entertained Jackbooted sons & daughters of The Emperor of Opera Hats, Louis Napoleon, At the Socialist salon In ’68, His razor wit guillotined The thinking from the feeling part.
Coney Island
By Lynn MelnickI give to red-topped toy machine back a decal as I want something else, better, what you have: rubber replica of reptile, shock-purple and sinister.
David Shapiro Poetry
By David ShapiroMy sad tan slim Sandy mat dim My sandal mist.
Two Poems
By Dan ShanckWhen we run out of water, only the good die young and everyone in California is terrified of autumn.
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