Category Archives: Poetry

“Poor” Phil Hall in Conjugation It begins with a metamorphosis   Scared   words   jump over   fly up   scat sing   Ovid doe → dove With an explanation midway  above a fence   a doe its hoof’s aim   a beak   v dove! And the spell expands by reaching back to Greek (and … Continue reading →

Bending like a never ending story VISIONARIES Jamie sites with chin in hand      Dreaming of a foreign land, There the children tax their wits      Dreaming of where Jamie sits Kenneth Hopkins Collected Poems 1935-1965 (North Walsham Norfolk : Warren House … Continue reading →

What struck me in this emergence of an orisha was the plural “sweet teeth”. It lends a fierceness to the goddess of love. women of honey harmonies offer alfalfa wild flower buckwheat and clover to feed Oshun who has sweet … Continue reading →

Out of “Ulterior Thule” by Phil Hall in The Little Seamstress What topsoil tells the hand—the hand tells a pencil—a pencil tells type—type tells a program—a program tells brains— brains tells the gods—& the gods tell topsoil … Telluric wanderings. … Continue reading →

Died of AIDS in 1994 My desire is like coral, growing up out of the disintegration of other things, a shape into which masses of watery light are poured. My love exists to prove you impossible. from “Unattached” Donald Britton … Continue reading →

Seth Mydans writes about Seema Kirmani … In a country [Pakistan] where most women cover their heads and some hide inside full-body burkas, where sexual feelings are seen as a challenge to purity and uprightness, a dancing woman is a … Continue reading →