Category: Volume 3 | Summer 2020

The tree line distant and still

Closer than what I remember as the edgeof the earth with a sail cast out on string,wavering in the wind, barely blowingmy father teaches me to fly.I’m beneath a gnarled contortionist, shadesporadic, sunburnt holes in leaf cover,chain-link backstop all that’s left of childhoodon this old diamond where I grew wantingto learn to fly with the... Continue Reading →

Solidarity

Martin Luther King, Jr., Black American, delivered his “I Have a Dream” speech on August 28, 1963. The Civil Rights Act of 1964 outlawed labor discrimination. Malcolm X, Black American, was assassinated on February 21, 1965, receiving a total of 21 gunshot wounds. In 1965, the federal government enacted...

Book Review: WARBLES

Having put aside my recent readings inquiring into the goals of white supremacists, the connections between free-market right-wingers and Bitcoin enthusiasts and the morality of markets to reread and comment upon Alex Z. Salinas’ debut book of poetry, WARBLES, I’m struck by the way his work communicates the struggles of...

Song for Daniel

Daniel, hi, how are you?I hope you made it outof that devil town, whereall your friends werevampires just like yousaid in your song.Hope you meet Cobainwhere you are goingso you could write asong or two together.Something like Walkingthe Cow or Hey Joe.And even if you haveno star in Hollywood.I’m sure in Austin, Texasthere is a... Continue Reading →

Getting it Down

An essay in two parts: the first, written by my friend Ken, is about me. The second, written by me after he died, is about him. Anna at Four Years of Ageby Ken EllysonSpectrum, 1978 “She was a little bright wave of willfulness, so abandoned to her impulses, so white and smooth as she lay... Continue Reading →

How to Swim with Dolphins

First: Just don’t.Dolphins don’t have bucket lists.They don’t care about yours.They get a little depressedwhen you look timidand scrunch up your shoulders like,“OMG. I am so proud of myselffor doing this.”Then jump infeet first.Afterwards,when you tell your buddies,you roll your eyesand say,“It was no big deal.”And they press you,asking if it changed you.Because social mediatempts... Continue Reading →

If someone says Catalina

I think of this JanisJoplinlonghair, low-slungcorduroy,California flip-flop,cello-playing boy.His hair swung    like a tiki barcurtain,        the fringe of aflapper dress            across my leg.Together in a twinbedthat hair was a shadeand I was a windowand the tassel, frommy neck to my navel, pulled        Itself        down.How many one-night stands do you remember?        How many do you care to recount?That boy played like nothing we... Continue Reading →

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