Victoria Benefield suddenly the color falls to its death and i see you standing there pale and scrubbed of rosy cheeks and irises isn’t it strange to be so cold? it used to be summer sometimes and we would jump in the river the water never warmed and neither did we frozen like icepops on… Read More eulogy, or happy birthday

Peter McGee Trumpet man! If I were I one to charge to the front of firing lines, I would have leapt through the store front window to shout: “Sing high the sad dignity from the beehive in your Sack, lean close to Panera bread window so their Playlist might be drowned out! I’ve got only… Read More Trumpeter outside the window of Panera Bread

Zoë Huettl Whenever a new kind of knowledge makes claims to a superior account of the world or of humanity, particular sets of experts will rise to the occasion. Most obviously in the case of neurons, they are cognitive scientists of all kinds. Less obviously, they include pharmacologists. -Emily Martin, “Mind Body Problems” American Ethnologist… Read More Crazy

Zoë Huettl with descant: a secondary vocal melody Maybe you wore out all of your spells, said the words a few too many times and rubbed away the charm, Maybe you left the enchanted words buried inside a city of walls, for string to lead me through–Where you lost me doesn’t matter (with the spool,… Read More Upon (Realizing My Lover Had Been Consuming Me)

Albert Ko On polished floors we step, and pause to gazeAt lofty angels dancing far above.The walls we pass are gold and rosewood madeTo emulate some long forgotten hall.Among us glide the lofty angels here.Like us, they seem, but fairer, robed in silk,And more than that, assurance is their song,By stride and postured poise and… Read More A Marble Dream

Michael Vedder I’ve always wondered how you saw the world,So I took some time and a ballpoint pen,Writing until the pen went dryAnd my words became inkless paper indents,So many questions I had to ask. Was it looking through thick dusty church windows?Or perhaps it was waiting at stoplightsPerpetually red at midnight intersections?Was my skin… Read More I feel as if I might be vanishing