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A Note On Protracted Technicalities by /Will Alexander

Seeming cognitive displacement being the spontaneous of inner balance. As one’s organically assimilates the imago Ignota (the search for the strange for the sake of the strange) an imaginal opening transpires that lifts one beyond a weakened colloquial amperage that seems to suffuse what many poets excuse as the day

Five Poems by / Gary Cummiskey       

Out on the street It’s true I live nowhere. I have no face. I’m a bird, an otter, a slice of pizza, a lie. I plant mushrooms in shacks and gather horses from townships. I wander through the naked Karoo in a green shirt and ugly red jersey ‒ I’m

Fire Dressed In Fire /Review of inside the black hornet’s mind-tunnel by Giorgia Pavlidou by John Olson

Fire Dressed In Fire Review of inside the black hornet’s mind-tunnel by Giorgia Pavlidou by John Olson Edited by / Mohsen Elbelasy One of the more persistent and fathomless riddles concerning human existence is the relationship between the mind and the body. The body is finite, mortal, vulnerable to injury

THE DOLL IN THE CITY OF GOD / By David Nadeau

THE DOLL IN THE CITY OF GOD “Let me be a light doll  And that the train of eternal history  Roll on the rails of the last fathers  Towards a tomorrow without adults  Filled with the winged dragons of childhood “ – Ghadah Kamal, extract from “Configuration inaugurale” (review in

Four prose pieces by /Peter Cherches

Cornered I find myself in a corner. Of a page or a room, I can’t tell. It’s white, the page or the room. That’s little help. Rooms are often white, and pages more often. Are those words I see, or furniture? Rooms are often white, the furniture says. I find

The Eye To Become/Hoda Hussein

The Eye To Become Hoda Hussein Yesterday I was marrowToday I am bloodSo never question my believeThat red is nothing but a shade of grayThat yellow and white are friendsAnd blue blossoms out of scarsMakes seeds of trees where seas come from.I have cut oceons like a knife in butterWell

Interview with John Olson by Giorgia Pavlidou

1. I’m a huge fan of your writing, but I also find it intimidating because of its size. Dada Budapest is almost 400 pages. Your latest book, Weave of the Dream King, counts more than 600 pages. How do you do it? Are these prose poems products of constant muttering in the back of your head?

7 Poems by Joshua Martin

Mixed nut sudden sweep Bitter sliced cucumber dances fandango on heart of gold wary of borrowing paprika from bulldozer stamp collector. Straining hip replacement wanders tilting bellybutton leap a frog a semicolon. For wallflower canine drawbridge. Beneath four wheel dynasty throat clearing. Extinguisher party favor Mississippi walkie-talkie in indigo hoop

What’s Lurking in Heller Levison’s LURK?  / by : Giorgia Pavlidou

When Bebop Scat Singing and Postmodern Poetry meet, Hinges are born: What’s Lurking in Heller Levison’s LURK?   When Bebop Scat Singing and Postmodern Poetry meet, Hinges are born: What’s Lurking in Heller Levison’s LURK?   Hinge (noun) a movable joint or mechanism on which a door, gate, or lid

Nine Poems Inspired by the Paintings of Giorgio de Chirico by / John Bradley

Nine Poems Inspired by the Paintings of Giorgio de Chirico The Joy of the Return, 1915  What should we pack for this trip? The sea is quite old and churlish and sleepless and shifty. Sometimes the moon wore green surgical gloves, which were found under de Chirico’s bed. It is

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