Alison Luterman – Some Girls

Alison Luterman Some girls can’t help it; they are lit sparklers,hot-blooded, half naked in the depths of winter,tagging moving trains with the bright insignia of theirfury.I’ve seen their inked torsos: falcons, swans, meteorshowers.And shadowed their secret rendezvous,walking and flying all night over paths traced like veinsthrough the deep body of the forestwhere they are trying …

David St. John – Without Mercy, The Rains Continued

David St. John (July 24, 1949 -) There had beenA microphone hiddenBeneath the bedOf course I didn’t realize itAt the time & in factDidn’t know for yearsUntil one day a standardKhaki book mailerArrived & within itAn oldStained cassette tapeSimply labelled in black marker“Him / Me / September, 1975”& as I listened I knew somethingHad been …

William Evans – I Will Love You Most When I Can Barely Remember Anything

William Evans My first two crushes are fifty yards apart in the same Ohio cemetery. They never knew each other but now I connect them like a bowstring. I keep memories like a modeled city, the tallest buildings erecting themselves between my shoulders. I have good neighborhoods and blocks that marked me. I have fires …