by Louis Faber I have often thoughtthat it would be most interestingto be a postmodernistfor after today there willbe yesterday yet again,Blake will still be consumedby his visions but it willbe so much quickerwith CorelDRAWand Sibelius can finallyput the CD player on repeatuntil he finally understandsthe meaningof his Fourth Symphony.Once…
by Stasha Powell Even then, I wrote delusions, nightmares easier to slip into than face the truth. I traced perfect curves on crooked lines, lost in the rhythm, losing time, punctuation a casualty in the chaos of my mind. I hid secret friends in the cracks of fantasy, their whispers easier to hear than the noise outside. Phone calls…