New Digs When the FOR SALE sign was hammered deep into the trimmed, front lawn of Miss Shimner’s house, the neighbors took notice. Miss Shimner had lived on the cul-de-sac longer than the others. She was not married, but very sociable, and very attractive. And everyone, especially the females of the couples living in the… Paul Tylor weiterlesen
Kategorie: Lit-Mag #21
International Literary Magazine – September 2001
Patrick McCauley
Three poems 1. In the middle of red light Amsterdam Flashing knives, bicycling Amsterdam Rain dripping, crowd pissing Herring roll Amsterdam. In the graffittisteegs Of old dutch shoe Amsterdam. In the gracelace of sexy Beautiful full liped Amsterdam. In Van Gogh one eared explosions Amsterdam. In sunflower sanity Amsterdam. In the silk blonde narrow streets… Patrick McCauley weiterlesen
Maree Jaeger
Some Poems Little Pulses (for Chris) The slow eclipse of evening gives itself over in surrender. As we walk, the trees have never looked taller or whiter, or more fragile or so strong. The kiss of moss, warm and earthy between lips entwining the web and wood in us. Above; spaces, air pockets for emotions… Maree Jaeger weiterlesen
Duane Locke
ANSWERS MY LIFE If you should ask me how I have spent my life, I would hesitate to answer, Then would answer: Among a thousand swans on the Dike Road in Holland, Alone among Viennese waltzes from CD’s. I would pause and say I only mentioned the happy moments. I did not mentioned my… Duane Locke weiterlesen
Karl-Heinz Gutmann
Gebrauchsgrafik
David Wright
Poetry from Illinois Fidelities i “What you come to love will surprise you,” said, my father straightening my bow tie. “I need to go to your mother.” His bent head brushed my cheek, his lips grazing slightly my forehead and eyes. In the pictures, he smiles with my bride and his, with his mother, arm… David Wright weiterlesen
Album Williams
CREMATION ANNOYS THE GRAVE DIGGER They broke each finger one by one and never did he complain. Just went about his business nearly fifty graves a year he dug for the shire’s rich and poor. Stood back (sniggering) as a corpse went into his hold. Depending on the person he’d spit n’ sometimes piss upon… Album Williams weiterlesen
Lest We Forget
Paul Tylor MADE BLIND September 11, 2001 Three giant birds: Heronasaurus Rex, Confused and made blind by ambition, Crashed headfirst into sturdy trees, Up in which lots of happy children played In tree huts they all had made by hand. A fourth bird dove into a field. All these crashes were so unimpeded That the… Lest We Forget weiterlesen
Consciousness States and Literary Creativity
Hermann J. Hendrich It is for this reason (representing the true character of objects) that I hold the somewhat unusual view that artists are neurologists, studying the brain with techniques that are unique to them and reaching interesting but unspecified conclusions about the organization of the brain. Semir Zeki in ((3), p 80). Fluidum Already… Consciousness States and Literary Creativity weiterlesen