He Writes – Jed Myers
Monday, February 14, 2011 14:59 — 0 Comments
The pentametric voice—it can oppress. A sonnet speaks to timelessness, but you and I have less breath and time than this.
from INTERVIEW FOR PRIVATE PAIN REVIEW – Andrew Bartels
Thursday, February 10, 2011 15:15 — 3 Comments
A: You must feel a little like the pieces aren’t quite fitting together, existing as you are on the periphery of your own life, no?
Peasant Hands – James Hritz
Thursday, February 10, 2011 14:57 — 0 Comments
Thick digits, Broad palms, Limestone cuticles: Emboldened against necessary.
THE LAST TIME I SAW HITCHCOCK – W. V. Montgomery
Thursday, February 10, 2011 14:53 — 0 Comments
he was affable, polite, semi-retired and almost svelte, shuffling away from the podium where he had just shared his reminiscences with a class of eager film students.
Santa Fe in Vermont – William Doreski
Thursday, February 10, 2011 14:45 — 0 Comments
At the Bellows Falls crossing a leased Santa Fe locomotive, blue and yellow, backs a string
What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
