Fog Man (V2) https://www.aromaticapoetica.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/FogManV2ShorieF.mp3 There is a stranger in the fog screaming into this harbor tonight. A lonely son-of-a-bitch without a mother or a lover. He screams obscenities with bad breath. There is a way the moon investigates a sailor in fog at night, sheltering no one. Hungover in the lead piping suffering from myopia but downing in pride, hyperopia magnified. These memories are distant. A lady now of a dream still walker on sliding sand near that beach, leaving …
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“Ayahuasca” & Other Poems by Robert Beveridge
Ayahuasca Twilight sport, ravenous to show in tainted lilies beyond the piano bench. Rain for days, profusion of yellow boxes that beat a tattoo on the roof of your car, the size of golf balls said that ever-happy newscaster. Your server takes a thousand orders a day, urinates in the gazpacho only when instructed by the mariachis dropping the C sharp in the third bar of “Like a Prayer” by two octaves. So far, no complaints, but four queries about …
“Sneezing Coyotes” & Other Poems * Salvatore Marici
Sneezing Coyotes Day before the vet injects barbiturates on top of Valium, damp autumn dusk settles in the prairie behind my house. Whisky burns my belly. I dig her grave thigh deep. Tonight, the moon’s surface reflects the sun, spreads silvery light over native plants, Coyotes sniff the hole’s fresh-turned soil. Today, the last heat this black cat will generate, leaves, passes through her cardboard coffin warms my lap. Ruby curls as if asleep in her basket on the windowsill …
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Alley Cat * Creative Nonfiction * Michele Rappoport
The smell of fresh paint always takes me back to my first apartment in Washington, D.C., a three-room efficiency in a squat brick building that hissed like a radiator after a summer rainstorm. Somehow, I’d convinced my parents that living off campus would be cheaper my junior year. Maybe it was. But it was my yearning for a solo shot, a chance to prove my growing independence from them in a way I didn’t feel was possible living in the …
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Leopold Bloom Dreams of Kidneys & Sausages & Warm Human Flesh * Excerpt from James Joyce’s ‘Ulysses’
A while back we published “Molly Bloom’s Stream of Consciousness Ends in Flowers & Perfumed Breasts,” the soliloquy which closes the epic modernist tale Ulysses, by James Joyce. It seemed high time then to give some space to her poor cuckholded husband Leopold Bloom who, unlike his wife who prefers toast and cakes, has a taste for “the inner organs of beasts and fowls.” The below section opens the fourth episode, what’s known as the Calypso episode. It is our …