Turns out we’re back in Constantinopl, year 1453. Only this time around, the Ottoman sultan has run out of stuffing for his bronze siege cannons and what with that big chain still keeping his armada…
Date Archives August 2011
ODE TO OLD WOMEN AT POETRY READINGS by Michael Meyerhofer
Somehow oddly beautiful in how they park, their soft bones in libraries and coffee houses, tough to offend after six or so decades spent in toil under capitalist sky, old women who bore the…
ON MOTHER’S DAY, FOURTEEN YEARS AFTER MOM’S LAST HEART ATTACK by Michael Meyerhofer
A white farm boy turned poet turned professor cruising the aisles of the local goodwill with a two foot black ceramic Jesus in his shopping cart— A gift for my stepmom, I explain to the…
Nothing Times Ten by Clifton Bates
I was not exactly naked but threads were pretty bare I placed three mirrors at right angles lit nine candles in a pool of shallow water pissed ten cent schooners in the shower. I…
CONSUMMATION by Michael Meyerhofer
Odd how we only kiss face to face—I want the back of my skull to know yours, I want that primordial rush of ocean when your ear mouths mine, when my navel lies on yours…