Six Poemsby Martha Silano When I’m on the Bed called death, I hopeto be thinking aboutthe texture of the bucatiniat Campiello, how they seated usin the bar by the pizza cooks, but when we asked to sit...

This is a poem the way your grandfather was your father It likes you but prefers to know very little about you In short: its the principle of art I want you to have a good time But if you don’t its…

James Joyce: “Maaaaaam, oh, maaaaaaaaa…” Albert Camus (to a concerned Big Lots manager): “Lost maman in home goods today. Or maybe it was yesterday...

“I only fainted four times today from the corsets.” “The handsome farm boy didn’t die yet.” “Grandpa only poisoned two of the cats.” “I look pale e...