Cassie Pruyn

One of our editors has topsy-turvy chat with one of our poets, Cassie Pruyn. HALF REVEALING, AND HALF CONCEALING THE SOUL: BARRETT WARNER INTERVIEWS CASSIE PRUYN

33 Arthur Avenue, by Tina Kotrla

I walked through the door, climbed  the stairs and in every bed I dreamt  your dreams. I peeled the brown vinyl off your chair until I saw its red leather skin, smelled you in the walls and blue wool carpet. I gathered your skin cells in a small basket and lapped milk...

After Midnight Melancholia XI

A piano, a bus, and a blue-stained urinal are percussion instruments. So glad butterflies are not pianos. If your eyes are bothering you, you can listen to Larry read his poem: Larry Duncan   After Midnight Melancholia XI   Silence eats light. It eats everything: the...

Robert Cooperman Takes Us to the Movies

[Editor’s Note] On September 26, 1930, a mob of several thousand Jews gathered outside the Mograbi Theatre in Tel-Aviv to protest the first feature-length Yiddish-language talkie movie, Mayn Yidishe Mame (“My Jewish Mother”), starring Seymour Rexite. The “Army...