Showing posts with label sign of the times. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sign of the times. Show all posts

6.15.2020

can you hear me

Poets in those times were too busy giving readings. In fact most of the poetry they’d ‘read’ was what they’d heard at readings.

5.19.2020

obscure worlds

As print litmags, always obscure, fade into archives, the online litmags blot out cyberspace.

4.17.2019

decorative library

The hotel lobby had many bookshelves but the books were turned so that the spines were facing in, facing the wall, as though their titles and authors mattered not, and their purpose was merely decorative like any wall covering.