Half-Life here on planet earth we watch sad movies, cry, and eat popped corn with salt when we want to feel things cheaply. I wonder what the aliens make of us tucked up on the mothership the surface...
Fear is a Rapist with papers-- Convicted sex offender-- So, keep your distance. Listen, I know-- I have a witness From the stars And evidence-- Exhibit A: My rectal scars. Fear is a Rapist--a vicious...
Please note that an audio recording of the poem is available below She will come Oh, yes! She will come. If I have to sprain an ankle, She will come, she will come. She makes like she won't, but that...
Please not that an audio reading of the poem is available below the text. As hours flop, And hours top, And wiggle side to side, I laugh my self, Guffaw my way, Chuckle stuff I have tried: I feel it...
The thought of it excited her. She discussed it with her tender peers. They were open with anticipation For confirmation of their fears, For reprieve from waiting, For a taste of the Garden, Which...
after the quiz, looking in a mirror, fussing with her hair waiting at the door for his walk, the dog awaits his leash our old dog runs through fields in his dreams first deep snow-- one can hear the...
fall fresh sun beams on ceramic features of carved irony warm the deadened impulse to breathe green grass grows on the other side of the world we desensitize the cells until growth is abstract...
Here in GC land, we thought this poem was especially pertinent considering the recent brouhaha over Barack Obama's minister. Please remember to enjoy the genius of Sim Stafford responsibly....
Lalla M’Zouda took pride in the thicket of her burning bush. “Gardens are the scene of assignation,” she told Moulay Aly. “First, your tongue is to brush, barely brush, the dew from the outer...
Dear Readers, These two poems are presented here together, because they are meant to compliment one another. Mustapha Marrouchi is as glorious, and grave, as ever. It is a privilege to continue...