truth? i fall from the planet from time to time. take trips out of skin. Off planet. i wish i could say it was a euphoric float. there’S texture i crave / living in this drone state / creamy smooth alignment / mouth
by Jason Stelzner Sister, I hear your voice but cannot see you here, where you walk beside me; here where you forded the last lonely river, leaving me lost on mortality’s bitter shore. Here amidst June’s high water and hatching eaglets’ cries.
by Elizabeth Kiem Anna Pasternak rights an ancestral wrong, but can’t help playing matchmaker . . . Anna Pasternak concedes it proudly: “I’m a hopeless romantic. It’s in the genes.” Pasternak is, yes, related to Boris, the rock-star poet of 20th century Russia. She’s also