All About Me I’m pretty sure this was my first video. Or maybe my second. * Sucker Punch Here I am, giving myself a bloody nose. * Maha Mantra There were still lots of Hare Krishnas in the big airports back then. * The Perseids The bulb in my strobe light burned out, so […]
Poetry
SAFE RETURN by Carrie Shipers
On the news, we thanked the FBI, local and state police, volunteers, everyone who helped us bring our daughter home. We asked for privacy while she recovered but were sure she wouldn’t need counseling, just a nightlight, new clothes, patience when she acted out. She came home with bloody socks and no underwear. She has […]
RESCUE CONDITIONS by Carrie Shipers
Like fairy tales, my mother’s stories were meant to order the world: Once, there was a fourteen- year-old girl, a windshield, a barbed wire fence. Once, there was a man your father knew, a gravel road, a cargo rack, a passenger pinned like a frog. I used to imagine myself victim of more benign emergencies: a […]
JAM MADE OF LOVERBERRY from recipes of metamtextosis by Serge Segay (translated by Alex Cigale)
carefully comb over the loverberry sew as to seminally manhandle bare-breast. ectomize the pit-joints and the unripe bare-breasts prepare the scratch-pot and carefully immerse in it the loverberries lightly stir the com-pot and let it loverrise. remove the lidlove and squeezelove to loveliness per 1 loverton of loverberries 1 lovegram of sugarlaugh, ½ glasstick bitchbrew. […]
ANOTHER PIG-KNUCKLE-MOTHER POEM by John Repp
Mountain down to damp emerald moss, wind-bent hemlock, fragrant duff under tent floor, fog the metronomic gusts fail to dissolve, we break out supper—mine lost to memory, Ted’s pickled herring he gulps like a seal, the reek & smacking & cross-eyed, lip-licking contemplation settling me down at the formica table cleared of supper, dishes on […]
UHF ODE by John Repp
All we can expect from children is the memory the monk has of the time he was attached. —Adam Gopnik Saturdays are not what they used to be during my personal Neolithic, Sky King & Penny dipping their wings toward the desert floor, oiled Steve Reeves in the gladiator pit thrilling my brother, Ramar of […]
VIENNA by Alexander Motyl
There are no vanishing points in Vienna, where every line recedes with crazy alacrity over and over and over again— almost as if the distance between here and the horizon were never constant, always shifting, never focused, quite unlike Franz Joseph’s stern gaze or Wittgenstein’s Tractatus or a slice of Sachertorte. On the other hand, […]
A STUDENT WRITES OF COLUMBINE by George Moore
What is incomprehensible to us, in our ancient wisdom, the wars that have sparked wars, the fights across oceans with mother lands, fatherlands, are minor trophies in the case of contemporary shams, when the young become our mentors, mediators to our truth of violence. The student says someone did not treat them right, their eyes […]
THE COLOSSUS OF RHODES by George Moore
seems less real today, in the postmodern aftermath of history, for it has stood, straddling the harbor only in some Einsteinian time, out there ahead of us before an earthquake brought its rumor down. It was never where they said it was, or its shell, the bronze of its massive arms and legs, and what […]
TAKING THE MENTAL HURDLES by Jeff Laughlin
Edwas, you and I are walking in long strides off a short concourse. We’ve got differences to discuss. I went to Dr. Seliger to admit you. In actuality, I went to admit that you existed. I went to admit that you lay heavy on weak shoulders. I went to admit that when you go to […]
