by Carol Casey The August sun has almost spun the straw to gold in the large stack behind the barn. We take turns sliding down its side, whooping in the earthy smell, the scratchy stalks tickling. Not sure why I go down backward, push off so hard. I land with a thump on almost…
by Josh Medsker (A note on the text: This text was taken from Adolf Hitler’s notorious book, “Mein Kampf.” This poem and the others in the series are all found poems. The words do not belong to me, but their current order is my own. –JM) FROM—LOVE POEMS I FOUND…
By Josh Medsker I am on stage with Patti Smith. Kasama ko paglalaro ng gitara. I can’t hear what she’s saying, ngunit siya flapping sa paligid ang kanyang mga arm, at ang aking gitara is just throwing out waves of feedback. Ito tran…
By Josh Medsker Something is always lost, between the time you see a leaf and when you decide to write about it.