INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Robert Nisbet
Alan Britt
Jennifer Burd
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Running Cub
Elisavietta Ritchie
Odimegwu Onwumere
Laszlo Slomovits
Lyn Lifshin
Ramesh Dohan
Silvia Scheibli
Alex Ferde
Richard Kostelanetz
Richard Gartee
Irsa Ruci
Duane Locke
Janet Buck
Nahshon Cook
Jim Daniels
Fred Wolven
Peycho Kanev
Ali Znaidi
Sunday Eyitayo Michael
Karyn M. Bruce
Arsim Halili
Engjell I. Berisha
Muharrem Kurti
 

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--editor / Southeastern Florida
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CRIMSON JOY

Red candle, the beating heart that keeps you alive.
Red candle, the invisible instinct of the self. Feel

red blood circulates your whole body! Feel
the warmth of your blood, whether you live in a tree

or in the web! Feel it (now) at the steps of desire,
while it climbs up to the apex.

Don’t sip lemonade!
Sip strawberry juice, & at least tomato juice,

and touch the red candle before it melts away
& before sand suckles on your blood:
Don’t let worms creep into your crimson joy!

Just catch them & give them to the hungry birds!—
At least, when you die their fledglings won’t excrete
on your grave of crimson joy.

DARKNESS

was already there in the interior of everybody’s cave.
Storms wail beyond the coarse walls. Shadows get inside
w/ fathomless shades. Post-modern theories of darkness
take place inside. And if not darkness itself, then its aftermath.
In the interior of everybody’s cave,,, always room for another
mathematics. In the sum of all shades {gathering of layers}
a mourning chorus lamenting perhaps the original word;;;
the original sin,,, or the first attempt of experimentation.
People have been fighting icons of power. Now they steal
each other’s algorithms. Darkness becomes enormous, adding
more layers. The original word has been irretrievably lost.
—Instead, expect people to regurgitate cud w/ grief. And
darkness returns, electric, eclectic. Maybe this is another
version of a post-modern theory of interior design.

Ali Znaidi, Redeyef, Tunisia