LE THORKELL MÁNI L’Univers dans sa patte de marbre Tient déjà solidement mon cerveau Il m’envahit, me parcourt Me libère, me désarme Me d lestant de tout mon superflu De ce monstre agité De cet acharnement de drames Au profil de mes traits Se découpe ma vie Tout contre mon coeur Un animal de lumière Criblé […]
Paul-Georges Leroux | LE LIVRE DES MUTATIONS / BOOK OF CHANGES
LE LIVRE DES MUTATIONS Dans le wagon-restaurant le fortune cookie conseillait sobrement: N’ajoutez aucun Bonsa à votre jardin. Je ne laisserai donc plus entrer une nouvelle arborescence dans ma vie. Ses branches déploieraient Quatre saisons de petites tristesses. Le sentiment laqué de ce qui s’en va, Le noir tunnel de ce qui s’en vient. Le […]
Miki Fukuda | THE FALL
THE FALL October ripens as the fallen apples rot on an orchard bed. In the woods of Golden Acres Park, daylight descends whitely on branches, leaves, and the crushed-stone path that winds through the trees turning in fall. It is afternoon, is customary on the bed of stones for a hoary slumber to pin a […]
Barry Butson | RUNNING AROUND LISTENING TO THE CARS
RUNNING AROUND LISTENING TO THE CARS Up to my ears in work, a family in the background, those late 80’s found me in a metallic blue Camaro listening to “Drive” and driving I was the streets of Woodstock and roads of Oxford, especially from spring ‘86 to fall ‘88 Stopping for humid night tennis and […]
Cam Scott | OIKONOMOS
OIKONOMOS If there’s no getting over it, you’re going under. I’m afraid We’ve always been religious in this way. After the fight over the microwave You swore never to give an inch. You said Life was too short to share, which scared me: No one thinks of life that way when they’re in love— Like […]
Jennifer Footman | THINGS SHE IS AFRAID TO DO IN AMSTERDAM
THINGS SHE IS AFRAID TO DO IN AMSTERDAM She cannot enter a coffee shop. No way could she swim into dark caverns of leafy decor where people nibble cakes and cookies, smoke and drink coffee. If she smoked a joint she could forget herself, abandon control and reject the diamond in the carbon. As a […]
Nyla Matuk | FAMILY HEIRLOOMS
FAMILY HEIRLOOMS Quartzite A crevasse decorated with icicles rose ahead, as if the deep cleft just now surmounted had not provided sufficient majesty. We considered clusters of clouds; they contained almost everything that was important to us. Schist Not this dent du requin, nor the quartzite and schist, granite and gneiss, which, despite their styles […]
James K. Zimmerman | EPIPHANY
EPIPHANY yes is it possible that there lies buried deep in the irascible and rough-hewn pod ………. of the wild purple vetch a pearl-green orb so perfectly matched to the bleeding gold of the setting sun no certainly not in colour or grandiloquence but in a numinous glowing intensity of such power that it flings […]
James W. Wood | HEARTBLEED VIRUS
HEARTBLEED VIRUS — for Dominik and Phoebe Diamond She added one to my one: but no-one saw this fling as more than binary. My processor said “it’s just for fun”— good enough for now, anyway. But O her 0 got to my 1, my fan superheated, all or none, her cipher stuck in my circuit: […]