The Petrified Forest Humphrey Bogart was Princess Diana's seventh cousin. When he died, Lauren Bacall placed a small gold whistle in- si...

Eva Ribich is a Swedish American award-winning poet and the author of more than ten poetry collections published in Swedish. With her partn...

Tree charm. Probably Haiku 15 (+2) (after bpNichol) Haiku Composition 2025 #7 (for Lamonte Young) Speech (for Laura Kerr) Gary Barwin is a ...

Eva Ribich is a Swedish American award-winning poet and the author of more than ten poetry collections published in Swedish. With her partn...

Tree charm. Probably Haiku 15 (+2) (after bpNichol) Haiku Composition 2025 #7 (for Lamonte Young) Speech (for Laura Kerr) Gary Barwin is a ...

Adjusted situational precariousness remains vivid [implied] …bloodiest histories reach decisions            …imperial historiographies  ...

Adjusted situational precariousness remains vivid [implied] …bloodiest histories reach decisions            …imperial historiographies  ...

Adjusted situational precariousness remains vivid [implied] …bloodiest histories reach decisions            …imperial historiographies  ...

1. in chill     dawn in long dusk in dreams stuttering in distorted lack         to   inveigle   a song   when i...

1. in chill     dawn in long dusk in dreams stuttering in distorted lack         to   inveigle   a song   when i...

Lost Tongues It was as if our tongues escaped the compound and ran off by themselves to the riverbank. Words dropped like spit int...

Through the Cemetery I take this detour again. It's in my mind. Again I find the small boy in a dark suit that fits him, chosen by his...

The Rhythm Machine It calculates that I like sunrise in a far galaxy comet melodies whistling stars flying saucers blue love, blue looks...

Lost Tongues It was as if our tongues escaped the compound and ran off by themselves to the riverbank. Words dropped like spit int...

Through the Cemetery I take this detour again. It's in my mind. Again I find the small boy in a dark suit that fits him, chosen by his...

The Rhythm Machine It calculates that I like sunrise in a far galaxy comet melodies whistling stars flying saucers blue love, blue looks...

air: maestoso Freezing blockhouse. All the long night long. Sacking slapping in the squints. Whisht whisht says the wind. Never shuts th...

for Jazz Ian Perry Melissa Aldana, 12 Stars ears raised to...

I have been slowly writing poems ‘about’ (in my sense of ‘round and about’) MUSIC for some time now. In fact I’ve often written about music,...

for Jazz Ian Perry Melissa Aldana, 12 Stars ears raised to...

air: maestoso Freezing blockhouse. All the long night long. Sacking slapping in the squints. Whisht whisht says the wind. Never shuts th...

jeep in a teacup! what a covet object   will I forget, or regret lost chance? want want want like a loon song echoing across the night l...

jeep in a teacup! what a covet object   will I forget, or regret lost chance? want want want like a loon song echoing across the night l...

Ghosts Out There All these ghosts with their spray cans writing their name across the city trying to convince us that they exist as ...

Ghosts Out There All these ghosts with their spray cans writing their name across the city trying to convince us that they exist as ...

POEM THAT ENDS WITH A BIRD The old barrel of laughs was blasted apart last week.   We’re in trouble with an invocation. The empty fi...

Play Now is not the time for me to dawdle on a poem that jests at the expense of my winter heart, not a frolic nor a trifle, though you ...

russell carisse is currently living on unceded Wolastoqiyik/Mi’kmaw territory in New Brunswick. Here they have resettled from Tkaronto (T...

russell carisse is currently living on unceded Wolastoqiyik/Mi’kmaw territory in New Brunswick. Here they have resettled from Tkaronto (T...

Play Now is not the time for me to dawdle on a poem that jests at the expense of my winter heart, not a frolic nor a trifle, though you ...

Play Now is not the time for me to dawdle on a poem that jests at the expense of my winter heart, not a frolic nor a trifle, though you ...

Mediaeval advice column   Compare your eels to hares, their snowy bellies, many hidden holes. Treasure your husband’s person - keep him ...

Mediaeval advice column   Compare your eels to hares, their snowy bellies, many hidden holes. Treasure your husband’s person - keep him ...

POEM THAT ENDS WITH A BIRD The old barrel of laughs was blasted apart last week.   We’re in trouble with an invocation. The empty fi...

chlorine   blue tints conform   kill body cell clean   lost vocation verb haze eye light infection   prismatic summer refracti...