Such a lived livid life

- Richard Hague

Memories without language

- Richard Hague

The Mind That’s in The Tool

Richard Hague

In the hammer cohabit

cousins gravity and intention.

They work together

to muscle asunder the softer world:

flesh, wings, 

all frail antennae.

Iron or steel,

or bronze

or stone. We go backwards

in such tools,

yet forget beginnings.

Our hands. Our wrists,

Our minds

make action, consequence.

Linnaean litanies.

The labyrinth of Crete.

Assyrian walls.

We will, we gouge and smash

and group and gather and pile up our ways

toward the knowledge

that itself may break us as we enter,

alien, headlong, its wild careen.

Trembling, as in many vowels

sung together. A certain otherness

of skin, as if preparing to molt.

Perceptions of words

as transformers, metamorphic.

- Richard Hague

called crazy

and queer all my life

- david b. prather

So again I hear your voice, the sound

Of which used to make my heart quake. 

I have to laugh

At the surfacing illusion.

How funny—I hardly understand

How this one could seem like the one.  

And still I have tears to spare

For the correction of that error.

- Jameson Fitzpatrick

i am

hungry. i try to be

good. it makes no sense

for any thing

to be. where do i

end? it all: 

a means to

- al ann kifolo

I forget how to cross roads, 

the beep’s always red, 

so I stay on the pavement.  I obey the rules. 

I forget the time of day, 

If it’s light it must be night, 

Or is it the other way round.

- Di Hills 

The bird strives to catch 

The wind, but it is so strong 

It traps the bird instead

- Yuan Changming

“Please sing ‘Strange Fruit’

for me”

- Yusef Komunyakaa

The magpies gaze at us

- Yusef Komunyakaa

I know "inflated tear"

means worlds approaching pain

& colliding

- Yusef Komunyakaa

crooning desire

- yusef komunyakaa

This naked,

exposed wound lust, 

this tormenting, 

twisted, tangled 

love

- James Roach

His honeyed words
stick to the caverns
of my heart

- James Roach