The Cafe Review

by Jack Myers After I am gone and the ache begins to cease and the slow erosion I felt, being years ahead of you, starts to invade you too,

by Jack Myers is a quality of attention, the way color says how light feels: yellow for the aerosol of happiness, black for the zero of what

by Jack Myers The smart ones think they can climb with their brains. The talented ones slide halfway up without trying. Those who merely feel

by Jack Myers Immaculate white swans float in the river’s fishless dishwater like squat question marks. Under the huge stone buildings, looking

by Joanne Kyger The next morning the Buddha puts on his new robe and walks into town No one notices him but he notices all around him C’s new

by Joanne Kyger You have to give Everything you have ALL THE TIME} not just some of the time Put everything you have into it and then go outside

by Ed Sanders Edward Sanders’ archive was buried at the Norton, Illinois landfill in 437 bankers boxes plus two portable safes containing a

by Ed Sanders “I can’t tell you how many visions I’ve had in the last few months” she said I asked a few questions trying to find out why “Mostly

by Ed Sanders “Much has been made,” Reverend Corrigan continued, “of the search for the Higgs boson, the particle which many physicists claim is

by Ed Sanders Ode to the Beat Generation — for Antonio Bertoli Hail to the Beat Generation in the Time-Mist! Hail to the Generation that rocked

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