Such a lived livid life
Richard Hague
Memories without language
Richard Hague
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
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

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
It is luck, then. That is what you will blame. That is
what you will learn: that it has no meaning. It was not 
because you needed to become a better person; it will not 
teach you anything about yourself. It happened because
sometimes bad things happen and sometimes they happen
to you. It will deny you the chance to find purpose in it; there 
is nothing to believe in except that it does not make sense.

Grace Alvino