from the "Apple Anyone" Sonnets

by Leonard Schwartz

Poetry

Shall I portray you as a blazing afternoon?
The freaking almanac didn’t forecast amber rain.

From IOVIS 3: Colors in the Mechanism of Concealment

by Anne Waldman

Poetry

She dreams herself the mystic lover of Che Guevara (a corpse) indoctrinated in anti-imperialismo and is roused to write an alturistic manifesto for the good of all humanity.

The After-Dinner War

by John Ashbery

Poetry

There is in this sack a different sort of meal.”
—The Mabinogion

What it narrows down to is a market-driven fantasia
on others’ themes. You got a tender little look at it
back there where three roads cross. “Are you ticklish?” has requested