If the House by Molly Spencer University of Wisconsin Poetry Series, October 2019 96 pages / Amazon   Anton Chekov is thought to have said, “Don’t tell me the moon is…

Love Song for My Lemon Hare   Green trees, sap green—streaming the interstate and hemming the fields, ladled as if from Constable’s brush, from Manchester to Nantwich, muted, yet golden,…

Edouard Vuillard, Interior with Red Bed, 1893, oil on cardboard Bonnard to Vuillard: The Intimate Poetry of Everyday Life Phillips Collection, Washington DC October 26, 2019-January 26, 2020 “I don’t…

Invinceable’s “So Loaded” rolls through with a celebratory swagger. Virtually bursting with life the whole of the piece simply stuns. Going for a spirit of true togetherness, the way the…

A gorgeous jazz fusion flows through Stephanie Angelini’s “Coz Of You”. Lush tones radiate through the easy-going rhythms. With a style that has a 70s Steely Dan cadence to it…

Thoughtful lyricism rests at the heart of the Gary Douglas Band’s “Deep In The Water (Redeux)”. Deft storytellers, they paint a David versus Goliath struggle, one that proves to be…

This is a five paragraph essay about the five positions • This essay will explain something • in particular how dancer-choreographer Simone Forti inserted the personal in her work but…

Could any of them, three, truly obsess a wise human Meletus Lycon and Anytus: them; those who had accused he Socrates Socrates, left to dialogue the ghosts of a mess…

Subcutanean releases in February 2020 and can be preordered/crowdfunded at Indiegogo. Byron Alexander Campbell: Your past work includes twitter bots, interactive fiction, generative texts, collaborative storytelling games, and whatever the…

Twizzie Ramos spits pure fire on the furious “Dream Eater”. Anger is palpable for it runs through the entirety of the track. Volume is a must for the entirety of…

Testamentality, Transcryption: An Emotional Memoir of Jack Spicer by Larry Kearney Spuyten Duyvil, October 2019 178 pages / Amazon   Larry Kearney arrived in San Francisco in 1964. He was…

The sun reveals the mountains one by one in shades of smoke and slate and coffee grounds. Then it gets to work on their ancient contours, lighting up the spaces…

  Also she appeared to be floating, breathing a kind of game or to make sense of the gravy- pond plates, the castaway serviettes dolphin-finned or carpet coral, barnacles, moats?…

[Image: “Les nuits blanches” by Sophie Lecuyer] Only she didn’t fly. She fell. Careened. The wind whipped her face, struck like iced rain, pulled tears from her eyes. But with…