Thunderclaps After Carl Sandburg, “The fog comes/on little cat feet.” Distant rumblings, like fog, come sounding footsteps, strangers gifting me. A woman on a Jerusalem bus asks with her eyes: “Feel the earth shift slightly on its axis?” I write on a white board with blue marker: “Jot down the first time the sea parted for you; be specific.” Today in my garden, a blade of grass surprised by my […]
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Anne Harding Woodworth | Quantum
The smallest book among my miniatures is an unreadable New Testament. 224 pages, 1” by 1½”, and its 3rd dimension— the spine— is 3/8 of an inch. Are there other dimensions? When I hold the book I measure that trinity. Any more than three would be the stuff of flash fiction, like the New Testament itself, Jesus stories that contradict each other and hide in the microcosm of their settings, […]
Laurinda Lind | Selected poems
By the Numbers, for the Numbers Cost a million, make a million in algorithms-to-go. Watson uncovers your preexisting condition, Watson finds what you said in a fit of rage on Facebook but thought you had erased right away, Watson archives the things your mitochondria mutter to themselves. Already Watsons are bankers, brand consultants, insurance adjustors. It won’t be long before our government of gigabytes. Best now to learn to say […]
George H. Northrup | Not sure we WERE made for these times
Late Stage American Hegemony Young hippies who rebelled by getting high, growing wild hair, and levitating the Pentagon are in their sixties now— gray-haired grandparents hoping the Establishment will survive long enough to send them twenty-five years of retirement checks. I know— I’m one of them. I sent LBJ a Mother’s Day card in 1968 that said, “Happy Mother’s Day, you mother!” The FBI is probably still interviewing my neighbors. […]
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