HITLER AT HOME ~

R E V I E W

Yale University Press 

2015

DAVE VAN RONK ~

WALKING INTO SPRING ~

Short Story

She came to me before bed rubbing

face cream from her hands to her

cheeks and onto her lips

and kissed me on the lips

like it was the most natural

thing to do

so I tasted of face cream

long after she had fallen

asleep

and 

I didn't

mind

Leaf~Like

How long together —

so that when she

leaves for a moment

to find a bathroom

I wait in the aisle of

a store seemingly

active and content

yet only in pause —

so that when she

returns I continue

and if she didn’t —

leaf-like I’d

blow away

Walking Into Spring

The shortest black shorts on all the sidewalk

Also the longest legs

It’s 69 degrees after a very strange winter of no snow for months and 

   a blizzard

The hair is brown and straight and it falls way past her shoulders

No one notices her because she is at ease which is why I notice

She’s as natural as a leaf I found today and put into my shirt pocket

Just a leaf, from last fall, and now almost spring

No one else wanted it

She’s just walking

Eating ice cream from a cup

With a spoon

Day

at

a

stand

still

like

only

winter

can

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Bob Arnold

BEAUTIFUL   DAYS

Longhouse

BRUCE LANGHORNE ~

Bruce Langhorne

N E W     Y O R K     T I M E S

O B I T U A R Y

ACROSS THE TABLE ~

DESOLATION ~

SHADOWBAHN ~

L. A.   TIMES   BOOK   REVIEW

blue rider press 2017

INCENDIARY ART ~

TriQuarterly Books

2017

SLAM ~

SOMEBODY BLEW UP AMERICA ~

HEAR MY CRY ~

GUNS ~

I N T E R V I E W     W/  G E R A L D      H A U S M A N

E D I T O R

LIVE & LEARN ~

This Is Yet Another Reason

why I love her —

she took the round lemon candy

put it into her mouth

broke it in two while

walking towards me

with no words but a

smile in her eyes

tongued one candy half

into my mouth and

stood her ground

How Lucky We Are Once Again

I haven’t been able to breathe right for eight weeks

After four months working on a mucky flooded river

The doctors are listening but the doctors don’t get it right

There’s always drugs, though this seems fungal and absorbing

When I bend down to pet our cat with its very pink nose

I can’t help but think how hard this would be for him

A Free Man

I haven’t voted in our town

very democratic town meeting

for years and years and years

stay home

let others do the job they like to do

I’m starting to forget what everyone looks like

Live & Learn

Squeaking floor boards

above your head —

that carpenter you were 30 years ago

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Bob Arnold

BEAUTIFUL DAYS

Longhouse, 2013 

photo by Two Hands 2017

MOZART ~ BERNSTEIN ~

HANK ALONE and FORSAKEN ~

WHAT IS POETRY? ~

Edited by Anselm Berrigan

2017

W A V E      B O O K S

This is a big, fat, mama mia anthology of

interviews with poets drawn all from 

The Poetry Project Newsletter

over 25 years —

who you might imagine is, yes, in here

and it's good for you.

TOGETHER AGAIN ~

Paul Celan  —  walking with Nani Maier and Jean-Dominique Rey        

~

"In 1947, a young man called Paul Celan showed up in Vienna.
He came literally from nothingness."

M I L O    D O R

Together Again


It will rain tonight on the green, calcareous dunes.

The wine preserved until now in a dead man's mouth

will awaken the realm with its bridges

rebuilt into a bell.

A man's tongue will resound audaciously inside a helmet.



And so the trees will also rush, wait for

a leaf with a voice, brought in an urn, to deliver

a message from the shores of sleep to the tides of flags.

Let it drown in your eye

to make me believe that together we'll die.



Your hair, dripping from mirrors, will diffuse the air

in which, with frosty hand, I'll ignite an autumn.

From water drunk by the blind, my little laurel

will climb a tardy ladder to bite your forehead.


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P A U L     C E L A N
translated by Nina Cassian
ROMANIAN POEMS
Sheep Meadow Press

ANGELA CARTER ~

O X F O R D  2017

N Y     T I M E S      R E V I E W

RESIST MUCH OBEY LITTLE ~

http://www.spuytenduyvil.net/resist-much-obey-little.html

we can’t build a wall. we can only spout pure water again and again and drown his lies.

         Eileen Myles

Racism, xenophobia, misogyny and their related malaises are to the U.S. what whiskey is to an alcoholic. The current occupant of the White House won the election yipping, against possible recovery, “Drinks are on me!” The rich, multitudinous voices in this anthology variously call for—having embarked on—the hard work of sobriety, sanity.

         Nathaniel Mackey

Poets are summoned to a stronger imagination of language and humanity in a time of new and radical Weathers. White House Inc. is the last gasp of the dying Confederacy, but its spectacle is dangerous and addictive so hold onto your mind. Fascism loves distraction. Keep the world safe for poetry. Open the book of love and resistance. Don't tarry!

         Anne Waldman

OTATA (APRIL ISSUE) ~

"OTATA" APRIL ISSUE 2017

Contents ~

John Levy 5

Kim Dorman 8 

Charl JF Cilliers 12 

Sonam Chhoki 13 

Mark Young 17 

Antonio Mangiameli 21 

StephenToft 22 

Goran Gatalica 23 

Eufemia Griffo 24 

Alegria Imperial 26 

Dave Read 28 

Margherita Petriccione 30 

Ingrid Bruck 31 

Billy Antonio 32

ai li 33 

Christina Sng 35 

Angiola Inglese 36 

Elisa Allo 37

Mark Levy 39 

Angela Giordano 40 

Marco Giovenale 41 

Bob Arnold 47

John Perlman 56 

L’incinta 57

Jack Galmitz 58 

Sean Burn 60 

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