A stone falls and the expedient path is blocked. We hide in the bushes because we are frightened of being attacked from behind, from the boat we are lifting our...
There is a moment of separation between two things, & one of them is living. A moth is living, is still alive. And all this is happening on the other side of the...
A yellow light shines in the windowOf the church—someone’s working late—andA blue sky fills the space behind the spireAt 6 P.M. A calm receptionist sitsBehind her desk, a hostess in...
I slipped away at the first light Of dawn and slept on the ground, a stone For a pillow. It’s possible to travel (In your head) from the Belle Epoque...
The fantasy that gathers no moss— the feelings that accompany you night and day, and into the evening when the light changes and that sinking feeling I feel is like...
Death Becomes Glad Habitsby Damian Weber"Love Is What You Do"—This song drifts in on the air, and the vocals ride a high current in the jet stream in order to...
Lewis Warsh and Bill Kushner, a Friendship [su_pullquote align="right"]At one of these parties, I was talking to Bill when Lewis who was walking by noticed us and led Bill by...
Lewis Warsh, as part of Davis' series of collaborations. Each one is hand colored in watercolor by Davis and signed by Lewis.Ken "Angel" Davis received a B.F.A.from Kent State U.moved to...
Saturdays in Ten Pell with Lewis[su_pullquote align="right"]We met each week with joy, learning how to work as a group, listening, giving feedback, rewriting, always enlarging our perceptions of the amazing...
There are No Second Acts in American Lives [su_pullquote align="right"]Warsh had not one, but two, major presses and magazines during the mimeo revolution of the 1960s and ’70s, and continued...