Poetry

Bass with bbb-ba-bump-bbb-bom-bub-ba bump

Giving secrets to Mingus when he wasn’t great yet

Emeline (For Buddy Collete) I want to go out through a poem Give a little whistle like Buddy Collete and Herbie Mann speaking Switch my woodwind from flute to sax Then back to swing of ...

Sleep Monster Growls Beneath the Mattress

And you, my monster, please don’t disappear

I Go to School in America At 5 AM I stir from sleep. go to school in America. Deep bruise sky lightens into cool streaks of purple, gray. Rooster calls the sun to the horizon; ...

Eyes are the best bullet proof vests

Two poems by Alex Simand

My Armenian Neighbor Argues about Mushrooms Eta ni lisitchka, my neighbor bellows, words through the threshold — the best place for argument, they say, and the timefield through which he will not pass. I hold ...

The worms will come for you soon

Three poems by Madeline Zilelian

My Golden Coast For Adrian Ernesto Cepeda Caught in my first traffic jam, just south of The Getty Center — I love this stretch of freeway — the congestion gave me stillness, time to memorize ...

I went outside just now and laughed

Three poems by Bill Mohr

1967: “My World Fell Down” Imperial Beach remains remote and intolerable, Both in memory and all its stammering desire. My radio flourished with L.A.’s visionary decibels. I feared its LSD as friendly fire. The hippies ...

Summer, do your worst!

Three poems by Dorothy Parker

August When my eyes are weeds, And my lips are petals, spinning Down the wind that has beginning Where the crumpled beeches start In a fringe of salty reeds; When my arms are elder-bushes, And ...

Try getting into Bar Dynamite in black Dickies

Three poems by Matt Phillips

Work History Bartender’s malaise in my mid-twenties; I smothered fruit flies with cocktail napkins. Sitting at a trolley stop near Little Italy, thinking about City College — graffiti scrawled like Arabic on the sidewalk — ...

Imperial Beach remains remote and intolerable

I walk around and smile, enjoying it while it lasts

1967: “My World Fell Down” Imperial Beach remains remote and intolerable, Both in memory and all its stammering desire. My radio flourished with L.A.’s visionary decibels. I feared its LSD as friendly fire. The hippies ...

The sun has an orgasm across the valley

Three poems by Armine Iknadossian

California Love Poem The sun has an orgasm across the valley as Pasadena opens up in front of me, the Suicide Bridge pushing an arm out of green sleeves, orange blossoms keening after a mid-spring ...

This poet hears America singing

The carpenter, the mason, the boatman...

I Hear America Singing I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing his as he measures his ...

Kernel, Kumquats, Fig Grove

The sweetness of the rind, the shock of bitterness inside

Kernel When I discovered people eat apricot kernels, use them in amaretto and biscotti and apricot jam, part of me was glad to learn the world is more edible than I had known, but another ...

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