More Poems

by Justin Karcher More poems about Cowboy Bebop. More poems about Red Bull, but the sugar free kind, cuz the 7-Eleven u go to was out of the regular kind & ur kinda addicted to the idea of having wings… even if those wings aren’t as sweet as they should be, cuz it’s so fuckin’ nice to fly over all Read More

At Elephants World, near Kanchanaburi

by Randel McCraw Helms In Thailand, aged, blinded elephants transportAt the piano of volunteer Paul Barton,Whose love of animals and music willAlter your saddened heart. At a sanctuaryFor abused and damaged working elephantsHe has placed an old upright in a meadow.When he plays her favorite Beethoven, Lam Duan(“Yellow-Flowered Tree”), her crusted eyes streaming,Will slowly pace from the bush, trunk tip Read More

Melodental

by Édgar Omar Avilés (translated by Toshiya Kamei) A man was cleaning his mouth. That morning he was brushing his teeth with such mastery that he began to create sublime music. All of a sudden the doors and windows of his house broke: he realized right away that he stood in front of three taxmen, seven extraterrestrials, two gods, a Read More

Reflect

Rick eases onto a stool as the counter server sets down his mug. On the makeshift stage in the corner, Powell starts a new song. “Yeah, big guy, that’s the one!” Rick yells, mug halfway to his lips. Then more softly, “Mmm, good coffee. Zoning board must require proof of coffee quality if you call it a ‘diner’. Oh, and Read More