As the sixties passed you by in Berkeley, as we limber-limbed young women tumbled onto madras covered beds with guys who turned us on, did you imagine us awakening in what was left of last…
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For the Love of Schnauzers by Erica Johnson
your heart had risen when I awoke this morning it hung like a dull leaden weight in the sky, flickering when the clouds lifted it illuminated a schnauzer field and it glowed Image…
ECONOMY by Patrick Newson
The night baker bakes The bread. He stirs and kneads The dough Until it is smooth enough To crudely shove Into oven After oven After same same oven. All the same ovens All the same…
THICK SPIKE by Patrick Newson
Thick spike thick spire inspired by and large a millennial occurrence thick pin sharp long pin piercing the sky so high inspired by desire. Thick spire: A piercing arrow A landmark A…
GOOD MORNING, BOHEMIA by Patrick Newson
I woke early and Str e t c h e d. The sun poured through the half-open blinds to Leave an A R P E G G I O…