Scoundrel Time

Irreverence Alone

Anyone will sound the fool in the story of how he was scammed by lilies, by summers. Very common, they’ll tell you, in the performance of good manners and digestion the world over. And how would you like being...

Curses

on October 13, 2017 Let the fat-assed harvest moon Shake herself off the horizon To crush you. Let the Pacific breach the coast, The plains, the Mississippi’s dagger, And drag you back to the Marianas Trench...

Two Poems by Philip Fried

Statue of the Leader as Perseus Atop his heroic nudity, a soft cap, though rendered in marble, with rounded crown and a stiff brim projecting from below the logo MAGA now marmoreal. Transfixed by that severed...

The Day the Dead King Spoke the Bomb

The day the dead king spoke the bomb Into the ear of the man who counts the fuses A Saturday, began like Friday had The man who flattens the graves chose his Favorite tractor from a row Of tractors nobody but...

Two Poems By Patron Henekou in English and French

Dalva « Je l’ai aperçue, celle qu’on surnommait dans la cité « la créature » ou « Vivenda Ercilia, la diablesse », c’est selon, au moment où elle sortait de l’eau. Nue, de la tête aux pieds, insouciante de...

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