Mark Terrill
THE TURNAROUND
I’m walking down the pedestrian-congested Bahrenfelder Strasse in Hamburg just passing the Fabrik where I’ve seen John...
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Mark Terrill
Fucked up that the loved ones / all have to go and even more so / the way they have to do it—
Mark Terrill
360-degree Hieronymus-Bosch-panoramas of / Altamont Speedway at night lodged in the memory / worth more than a drawer full of rotten apples.
Mark Terrill
In the blue-aired seaman’s mission/ the TV is hotwired and pulsing./ In the blaze of the marquee outside/ her fist opens slowly/ like a fleshy pink flower
Volker Sielaff
Language/ is not only made of words, it requires/ further presence or one of a white-/ blooming winter-head of snow.
Stanley M. Noah
The tin canister from an attic to a garage sell had no label, no title. "Five dollars," he said, / adding, "you take // your chances, five."