March 14, 2014
Poem of the Week: Loren Kleinman
By Dawn Leas
At Fifteen I measured time in cigarettes. Underneath the underpass I popped reds and dropped blues next to sucked off Popsicle sticks. I straddled the concrete curb and anointed the night with love. I was alive— snorting coke in abandoned homes where pigeon shit painted the floor white. I ripped off loose wood and climbed […]
At Fifteen I measured time in cigarettes. Underneath the underpass I popped reds and dropped blues next to sucked off Popsicle sticks. I straddled the concrete curb and anointed the night with love. I was alive— snorting coke in abandoned homes where pigeon shit painted the floor white. I ripped off loose wood and climbed […]
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December 18, 2013
In defense of the motley rather than the trans-disciplinary
By Joe Weil
Any real learning is contingent upon judicious digression.
Any real learning is contingent upon judicious digression.
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