Among the rich, anger’s no rarity:
hatred comes cheaper than charity.
Genus, Aucte, lucri divites habent iram:
odisse quam donare vilius constat.
Contributed By: David Macey, Martial
Among the rich, anger’s no rarity:
hatred comes cheaper than charity.
Genus, Aucte, lucri divites habent iram:
odisse quam donare vilius constat.
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“He reeks of last night’s wine!” That’s off the mark. He drinks until dawn clarifies the dark. Hesterno fetere mero qui credit Acerram, fallitur: in lucem semper Acerra bibit. Return to table…
Rome lauds, loves, and sings my little books. I am in every pocket, every hand. Behold: she blushes, pales, dazes, yawns, looks sick. That’s what I want! Now I’m my own fan. Laudat,…
INTERVIEWS Eric Shonkwiler interviewed by David Bowen Power & Light Juan Gelacio interviewed by Robert Joe Stout Invisible on Paper ESSAYS Leonard Kress What Kind of Parent Lets a Thirteen-Year-Old Cancel Her Bat Mitzvah? Erinn…
In Prisov, not far from Košice, a shul or rather an exhibit of itself restored, except of course for its congregation, is open for tourists to visit and inspect. On a wall are photographs of…
Over and over / our thin necks / hang the likeness / of your unfilled / body // We’ve known you for so long / We just want // to get closer
resting on concrete on a plank of wood an old woman counts herself lucky * absurdities manifest themselves a boy runs naked up the street a heron plucks white feathers from its plumage weather vanes spin erratically * time is a wooden god is the gull shit on its head is lichen creeping time […]
What you don’t know about is the picnic table. It was, when I was growing up, our breakfast, lunch, and dinner table. School nights, it was my homework table. When he was sleeping off a drunk, it was a bed for my Old Man. A log leg, second hand picnic table with split board bench […]
