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Third Man Records launches publishing wing

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Jack White’s Third Man Records launches publishing wing
Jack White’s Third Man Records is expanding: the label will officially launch its new publishing wing next month, with the release of Language …

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why i feed the birds

August 1, 2014 – 4:17 am | One Comment

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why i feed the birds
by Richard Vargas

once
i saw my grandmother hold out
her hand cupping a small offering
of seed to one of the wild sparrows
that frequented the bird bath she
filled with fresh water every day

she stood still
maybe stopped breathing
while the sparrow looked
at her, then the seed
then back as if he was
judging her character

he jumped into her hand
began to eat
she smiled

a woman holding
a small god

Stacks and Stacks of Reciepts

July 31, 2014 – 3:42 pm | One Comment

Stacks and Stacks of Receipts
By: Lauren Zuniga

“says she’s against contradictions”

July 28, 2014 – 9:43 am | 2 Comments

“says she’s against contradictions”
By: Halifax
(Counterclockwise to the Left)
Barbara Cowan believes in aliens
knows the different kinds by name
lumps illegals into one group
She preaches free market is natural law
loves everything it might …

Blitzed

July 28, 2014 – 5:57 am | No Comment

Blitzed
By: Oscar Smiles
I’ve the process for a clearing
It involves you and succulent rearing
The scorchland wranglers
The best of a love life
The who and when I call them
Is solely crash test superfluous
Can’t …

A Vagabond

July 26, 2014 – 5:09 pm | One Comment

 A Vagabond
By: James Tate
A vagabond is a newcomer
in a heap of trouble.
He’s an eyeball at a peephole
that should be electrocuted.
He’s a leper in a textile mill
and likely to be beheaded, …

Portland Taxis

July 24, 2014 – 4:15 pm | One Comment

Portland Taxis
By: Michael Benedikt
If I were on Mars, and wanted to get back-to-home, I would
Hail a taxi. There’s nothing I like better
Than hailing a taxi, they have saved me …

Experiencing Death

July 23, 2014 – 6:05 am | One Comment

Experiencing Death
By: Liu Xiaobo
I had imagined being there beneath sunlight
with the procession of martyrs
using just the one thin bone
to uphold a true conviction
And yet, the heavenly void
will not plate the …

The Ladling of Agent Orange

July 22, 2014 – 8:11 am | One Comment

The Ladling of Agent Orange
By: Donal Mahoney
Anything can set him off.
Been that way for 40 years
since he came back from Nam.
He got spooked at dawn today
by a spider web dripping …

Marie Osmond recites Hugo Ball

July 21, 2014 – 6:39 am | One Comment

 

Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note

July 18, 2014 – 11:53 am | One Comment

Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note
By: Amiri Baraka
Lately, I’ve become accustomed to the way
The ground opens up and envelopes me
Each time I go out to walk the dog.
Or the …

Sticks

July 17, 2014 – 6:52 am | One Comment

Sticks
By Thomas Sayers Ellis
My father was an enormous man
Who believed kindness and lack of size
Were nothing more than sissified
Signs of weakness. Narrow-minded,
His eyes were the worst kind
Of jury—deliberate, distant, hard.
No …

This cant be it…

July 16, 2014 – 12:03 pm | One Comment

This cant be it…
By: El Hornet
If I choose not to believe,
it’s because I except…
I except I only live once,
to believe I live twice would only
put me in a state of …

a soft vivid order

July 14, 2014 – 3:42 pm | One Comment

BENJAMIN ON THE SPANISH FRONTIER
By:  Mark Sargent
Every situation has its own equilibrium
that passes swifter than love, than air,
shreds of lesser life left in a mouth of wind.
 
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Coming into the dark …

Shawn Misener Reads JD Nelson

July 12, 2014 – 3:38 pm | One Comment
Shawn Misener Reads JD Nelson

Death is smaller than I thought

July 11, 2014 – 3:12 pm | One Comment

Death is smaller than I thought
By: Adrian Mitchell
My Mother and Father died some years ago
I loved them very much.
When they died my love for them
Did not vanish or fade away.
It …

Monks in the Orchard Picking Peaches

July 10, 2014 – 4:16 pm | One Comment

Monks in the Orchard Picking Peaches
By: Donal Mahoney
Young monk
and old monk
in the orchard
picking peaches,
sunny and plump,
ready for canning.
Carrying bushels
to the wagon cart,
the young monk
asks the old monk
what to look out …

five (5) untitled haikus

July 9, 2014 – 12:20 am | One Comment

five (5) untitled haikus
by Jesus Chameleon
a cemetery
pilgrimage with hands raised…
the awe of heaven
 
the saints
first cherry blossoms…
worship of sunlight
 
crowds of believers
the erected stones side-by-side…
cats in love
 
beneath …

DO THEY HAVE A POOL?

July 7, 2014 – 8:20 am | One Comment
DO THEY HAVE A POOL?

Do They Have a Pool?
by Monica Hall
It was the year of our Lord 1965.
Man had not yet journeyed to the moon.
But every summer America packed their cars.
“Fill her up with …

Just a Solid Mess of Wind-Shear & Tendaberry

July 5, 2014 – 6:45 am | No Comment

Just a Solid Mess of Wind-Shear & Tendaberry
by Cockateau
Handsomely liquefied orris v. a mug of russet. Indians
rise into a balcony with a commanding view of the beatific.
Torsion, stolid, near third-person …

Sparklers

July 4, 2014 – 6:48 am | One Comment

Sparklers
by B. Crooker
We’re writing our names with sizzles of light
to celebrate the fourth. I use the loops of cursive,
make a big B like the sloping hills on the west side
of …

Photographing Fireworks

July 3, 2014 – 8:12 am | 2 Comments

Photographing Fireworks
by Ben Macnair
We stand watching,
hear the oohs, and the aahs,
the click and the flash of the camera
invisible against a night sky
decorated by man made fireflies.
In the same way that …

graveyard train

July 2, 2014 – 3:29 am | One Comment

graveyard train
by Travis Catsull
it was a long, blue complaint
that caused her death
her tombstone moved
towards some pearl, alone
i had the ocean
all on me
the complaint that caused her death
got stuck in an …

In Memoriam

July 1, 2014 – 5:56 am | One Comment

In Memoriam
by Leo Dangel
In the early afternoon my mother
was doing the dishes. I climbed
onto the kitchen table, I suppose
to play, and fell asleep there.
I was drowsy and awake, though,
as she …

the here and now

June 30, 2014 – 4:39 am | One Comment

the here and now
by Patrick Longe
just the vision reggae on brow
uproar among us and you
totally apart what ascertained
hardscrabble heart to humble mind
plea to understand in eyes through bone
Armageddon not to …

Among the Invisibles

June 29, 2014 – 9:53 am | No Comment

Among the Invisibles
by Cliff Burns
From his favorite hideaway, five stories above the ground, Little Po is an inconspicuous witness to the chaos below. There …

Recipe For Prison Pruno

June 28, 2014 – 5:41 am | 2 Comments

Recipe For Prison Pruno
By Jarvis Masters
Take ten peeled oranges,
Jarvis Masters, it is the judgment and sentence of this court,
one 8 oz. bowl of fruit cocktail,
that the charged information was true,
squeeze …

The Only Mexican

June 27, 2014 – 4:58 am | One Comment

The Only Mexican
by David Martinez
The only Mexican that ever was Mexican, fought in the revolution
and drank nightly, and like all machos, crawled into work crudo,
letting his breath twirl, then clap …

The Whole

June 26, 2014 – 5:50 am | One Comment

The Whole
by Julie Levine
You’re tired of subdividing
everything, breaking
down the whole so
you can better understand
the whole — no one cares
about the whole because
no one can handle the whole.
You are not a …

The Lath House

June 25, 2014 – 5:34 am | One Comment

The Lath House
by Frank Osen
Wood strips, cross-purposed into lattice, made
this nursery of interstices—a place
that softened, then admitted, sun with shade,
baffled the wind and rain, broke open space.
It’s now more skeletal, …

SAINT THERESA

June 24, 2014 – 9:48 am | One Comment

SAINT THERESA
by Juan Gelman
and with many birds and their songs in the /
highest part of the mind or head / and rumblings
in it like the sea / or laments /
or …

A VISIT

June 23, 2014 – 9:00 am | One Comment

A VISIT
by Marc Carver
I saw my dad two days ago
the first time in a year.
He is not the big man I remember anymore.
He has shrunk and he has that turkey …

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