i loved my young life once. it thrummed with inner mischief, some transgressions maybe but all tongue, all textures, all translated through that funnel in my head.
Excerpts from ‘Extant Fragments’ by steve dalachinsky
there is a confluence influenced apparently by a fluidity of music.
“Neighborhood Watch, circa 2009” by Susan Rukeyser
I gave you a chance. How many notes did I leave, before you pushed me to this?
“‘Don’t Let Me Down’: Eleven Facts About the Beatles” by Joanna Penn Cooper
John Lennon tells me these things, and it’s possible that John is the devil. I can tell by the way he stares out so intently from the poster.
“A Room with a Prayer” by Karen Schoemer
She reminds me of my Italian cousins. Square brick houses on tight suburban streets with Madonnas-in-bathtubs on front lawns.
“For Coloreds Only” by Daniel Summerhill
Still, somehow, each time I boarded,/ the jetway seemed a partition in which/ I could change in and out of my skin at will
‘It was by living out the theory that we enraged so many others’: An Interview with Michael Gottlieb
When we walk those same streets these days, me with friends of mine from those older days, and we remember running in these streets in our youth, when the streets were empty, and dirty and dangerous, but mostly empty, we do ask ourselves if perhaps we had some role, however tiny, in turning these neighborhoods into what they are now.
‘The first aeronauts were women shamelessly fornicating their way through the clouds’: An Interview with Kathryn Nuernberger
once you know the first aeronauts were women shamelessly fornicating their way through the clouds, how can you not write a poem?
“Become so fluid” by E. Kristin Anderson
The feminine, breezing around, messy—/ we may be our edge, closer to home,
“Sweet Wolf #1” by Darren C. Demaree
The chemicals of each breed/ brings a new threat.
