a walk in winter a walk in winter
by Tom Pickard
in the company of trees
lush, in the low light
the long nights bring us
*
a dark Atlantic hood
flung overhead
boughs blown bare
bend in the blast
I zip my coat up, close,
step into my stride
and alive
*
my future backed–up,
and backdated,
watching time pass
here’s the first snow,
will it be my last?
*
clouds flock, west to east,
fly in fast formation
followed by a tail wind
dipped in sunset
a rapid chatter,
the sudden sound
of rain
on the cabin roof
a whirr
of small birds’ wings
flutter
in a flock of air
the element
we’re in
in memoriam roy fisher
by Tom Pickard
when roy became too cosy
with his stove,
he knew he’d been
alone in the hills too long —
figuring airflow to flame,
wood to weather
Basil King
Basil King: born in London, England before World War 2, has been painting for over seven decades and writing since 1985. He does both in Brooklyn where he has lived since 1969. He has published ten poetry collections, some dozen chapbooks and completed several thousand works of visual art in oils, inks, pastels, and mixed media. His art and his poetry are most recently celebrated in the special limited edition After Thought from Granary Books, 2022. See www.basilking.net
George Schneeman
George Schneeman: was born on March 11, 1934 in St. Paul, Minnesota. He received a B.A. in Philosophy and English Literature from St. Mary’s College, and then graduate work in English Literature at the University of Minnesota. On his move to New York City, he immediately became part of a group of poets centered around the St. Mark’s Church in-the-Bowery and began to work extensively with them, painting many portraits, producing flyers for their readings, covers for their books and collaborating with them extensively. He collaborated on hundreds of pieces of art with, amongst others, Ted Berrigan, Anne Waldman, Allen Ginsberg, Larry Fagin, Michael Brownstein, and Alice Notley. He died of heart failure on January 27, 2009. In a real and deep sense, he was an integral part of a historical moment taking place on the Lower East Side before gentrification. Painting, playing poker till dawn and boiling up pots of midnight pasta for friends in his apartment in an East Village tenement, he was sometimes described as New York’s last bohemian.







