Tell me, what is it
you plan to do with
your one wild
and precious life?
–Mary Oliver

The Analog Photography of Ross Fredella

Each print is untitled from 2007, by Ross Fredella.

Online Magazine esque issue 1 Is Here

esque issue 1

~ esque‘s editors are Amy King and Ana Bozicevic, “partners in poetry and life”
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Where We Bump and Grind It: On Resisting Redemption in Women’s Memoir / VIDA

Where We Bump and Grind It: On Resisting Redemption in Women’s Memoir « Vida.

Arcade Fire / Neighborhood #3 (Power Out) – 8.25.2005 (Live)

not an ode to haiku [9/85]

no intentional poetic devices in my poems
sure i know what kind of haiku sells
there’re always those who mess up the going thing
art of course has no rules to break

marlene mountain
from
pissed off poems and cross words

silken

A pie tin of sparrows taking millet and yellow light in the late July afternoon. Muskrat taking its water young home across sharp rocks as if silken, plunging deeper, disappear. Everything germinated and growing, except a week ago, a blue jay, fallen back in his own arms, head turned to the right, eyes glinting from his soft pillow of death as if he’d been…well, loved. Belly and breast, mounds of song caved in now, pillaged flat against the faded blue shoulders. Feathered fishbones expose their stilled harp

the ruddy sun sets
a sparrow’s feather
left behind

Donna Fleischer
from
indra’s net, 2003