Poetry – BIG OTHER

The Night Was Curiously Mild, by Joshua Marie Wilkinson

Feeling the nausea rising, he ran out into the courtyard and vomited on a dwarf palm tree. —Michel Houellebecq …

Voiceover conversant with Before During After as much a screwdriver that made impersonating Red Yellow Blue auteur the glorifying test…

The Contraries Circle’s motion goes / against all endpoints. Rare area / roar. Space, a massless rigidity / /…

I am invaded by blankness where a curious Portuguese erupts where its vowels transmix with sub-components of English marked by…

Visible From Space In the crosswalk, a woman plods, swinging her arms briskly. One of many who act out…

41 All I really want to do is stab people. Once, I got a chance to do it. But the…

Shout-out especially to the living poets whose poetry I’ve very much enjoyed reading over the years: Will Alexander, Andrew Joron,…

Modes of Imitation —Derived from Aristotle’s Poetics (350 BCE, translated by S. H. Butcher) there are persons who imitate…

The working musicians Nights make way for each other or the musicians do when it’s working Conversationally it’s become…

There Is No One Named Bob Here Everything you know has been a dream you can never wake up from.…