The Portable Boog Reader 13/ Kyle Schlesinger
Scorched Earth Scorched Earth. This leg of the road I’ve traveled enough to drive blind. As the tolls to eternity grew higher the cadence of potholes and billboards whirl with...
The Portable Boog Reader 13/ Edward Sanders
Two Poems about Samuel BeckettA Stabbing Leads to a Life-Long RelationshipIn the A.M. of January 7, 1938Samuel Beckett was stabbed by someonedemanding money, & Beckett saying Noon a Paris streetThe...
The Portable Boog Reader 13/ Ethel Rackin
My ProfessionI worked at a prestigious school. People kind of didn’t believe it. I worked as a layperson. People ignored me. Whether the money I got was mine I told...
The Portable Boog Reader 13/ Wanda Phipps
20 Memoriesyou were yelling at the wakethe parade moved slowly downthe smile on your face was oddly drawnI remember only the last linegreen was somehow associated with lonelinesspeppermint all through...
The Portable Boog Reader 13/A.L. Neilsen
3. Owl Eyes Infant eyes you are in my own wise Owl eyed you blows who you is All eyes look out to see Freedom come freely...
The Portable Boog Reader 13/ Katy Lederer
Light from the sunlight, a raw sunlight. The appearance of continuum. The lines and composition in the poem of our suffering. Our bodies came from minimum, from troubled, trebled solar wind. The flux of generation: condemnation, never maximum. Our discs connecting one by...