The Cafe Review

by Bill Berkson Homage /Obit I like to have a little secret at the end of my poems, The way nothing is ever finished Nor do I abandon a thing

by Amiri Baraka The most Dangerous Religion in the world Is Christianity ! Check the bodies ! Islam & Judaism Are not even Close

by Amiri Baraka Where you goin to go If you don’t go Nowhere ? In a circle, a circle of circles Surround the nowhere of your scream. If you not

by Amiri Baraka In The Sixties George Romero warned us About the Tea Parties to come With his Night of the Living Dead

by Amiri Baraka We in some hot water Fulla crocodiles. Boy Come along In a boat say “Get in, get in” “I can save yr ass from these crocks And

by Lewis Warsh It was like a scene from a movie starring Fred MacMurray and Vincent Price: “But I bought you everything you own,” the character

by Charles Plymell It was the voice of the Game Lord only heard when you know it at the intersection where ancient people walked the four

by Joanna McClure I long to give this body — Not to science, not to the fire. I long to be given, whole For the fish in the sea to nibble away. I

by Joanna McClure Like your engraving — I stand Behind, to one side of, The long open door. Outside, night light Makes a Palmer sky From black

by Joanna McClure Flies buzz Dry dust Hot bright sun The taste of canned milk The smell of pines Mothers move around a wood stove.

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