By J.J. Campbell one last hurrah before the final nap of our lives bruised neon souls gathering for one last ride may we dance naked under the acid rain tripping daisies, waxing poetic tasting the sweat of the beautiful ones one line for god, one line for family one … Continue reading “gathering for one last ride”
By John Anthony Fingleton The fiesta went on all night, Finally finishing at 5 AM, When the streets were handed back to the dogs. Not sure if their barking Was a protest of missing all that polka mixed with Rap? Or they were only dogs –just being dogs. Myself I missed the pyrotechnics, Well … Continue reading “Last Night’s Fiesta”
By Thomas Page The Untranslatable This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem. A frieze trapping motion of a moment of unrest Which will shape the lives of those who were blessed to be … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Ré nao
By Bruce Hodder There is confetti in your black hair, Allen Ginsberg. The sky is a dharmakaya blue. A young Jonas Mekas is filming you as you play your tiny Asian finger cymbals. Young people take each other’s hands and dance, eyes watching, fifty-one years later, on devices that haven’t been invented yet.