Is that the way it is/ three stars from a .32 burning/ right down your boulevard.
Founded in 1977 at Columbia University's School of the Arts
Is that the way it is/ three stars from a .32 burning/ right down your boulevard.
When my mother said the word divorce in response to my asking where my father was—after she’d said, he won’t be back.
The moon pick-axing through the pines, only half mad and only at its own expense.
The poet Laura Kasischke discusses David Lynch, transcendental meditation, and the future of the Internet.
kamasi washington at sfjazz this kid is out here dressing like xango changing guard twice a night for the new year his bookreading afro holding in air ready to take […]
We are different, me and him.
“…How you are / you & I am the gap […] The mold of things / To come / Blossoming & kinda stubborn like god” (from “last summer there was some hair in the tide”
night driver you’ve got your night posture on your profile pieced together with cellular backdrop & booth bearing cotton your hands toy at the napkin holder and beyond your elbow […]
A CRUEL ANGEL’S THESIS “…either I’m the one on the wrong planet or I’ve got the wrong world projected onto my screen, pummeled into me.” This macro series is a […]
Ever Wish You Were Famous? I knew a man who made money as a silhouette. That outline standing upstream, brilliantly backlit by morning, that was him. The famous photo. Chin […]
A Man’s Old-Water Soul Town Clarence stands out back burning the carbons of old checkbooks, watching the ashes tell tales about how he’s spent his life: A boat that his […]
Populism by Jack Belch The smile so warm, so firm the grasp yet eyes so cold the heart is told the hand is but an uncoiled asp. We know the […]
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