AAHH, The IMF!

A poem adapted from a classic moving picture starring Archilochos, Aristophanes, Hitchcock, and The Hellenes in flight from the clutches of despicable harpies desperate for a piece of the action!

Huuklyeand Cinquor on the Light at the End of the Tunnel

Hallelujah, brethren!

I tell you things

Just keep gettin’ better

And better—

Ain’t no stopping that gravy

Train headed our way, just

You wait and see.

Moderator’s comments: Okey-dokey, Huuklyeand, we poor, stranded, unenlightened masses get the picture. We have to wait in this here dark passageway till the second coming of The Super Chief.

Tainted: Remembering the Bush Years

Nothing erases

An era

Like an aura

Of indelible ink

Stains.

An Unjustly Overlooked DNL

I’ve overlooked the arrival of Sheila as another follower; my apologies and a hearty welcome!

Cat on a Killer Stretch of Asphalt

Believe me, what looks like

A flattened weather-

Beaten chamois de-

Composed on

The asphalt isn’t shamming.

Definitely Not Lemmings #29

Jim Moffitt’s his name, he hails from New Carlisle, Indiana and when he’s not painting watercolors, he’s a bicycling fool—my kind of anti-lemming. Welcome aboard, Jim. 

A Dedication: Some Poems from My Spanish Friend Mario

It must be an exhilarating albeit exhausting task translating Seferis, Elytis, Eliot, David Jones, Zukofsky, et al. into Spanish and all the while writing your own poems, but this is what Mario Domínguez Parra does, and he does it with all the passion of a Spanish Markos Vamvakaris: When the great rembetiko musician first heard a bouzouki, he vowed to learn how to play the instrument in six months or he would chop off his arm with a cleaver! Now that’s what I call dedication and I’m grateful Mario has it.