A Walk in the Desert | Fiction by Mike Stone | Sunday Brunch Tuesday
Tuvi Ornat goes out for a walk, ends up in a cave. Could it be Plato’s? | Short Story | Meta/ Phor(e) /Play
other melodies argue | gary lundy | Coffee Bruise Thursday
Coffee Bruise Thursday for a cup of gary lundy’s poetry—3 emotionally-caffeinated poems.
enchanted human | Coffee Bruise Thursday | Michael Dickel
Michael Dickel’s poem, ”epistemological metaphysics of rhetorical hallucinations,” explores a mind.
Sunday Brunch Tuesday | Operator by day | Michael Dickel
A flight of fancy—escape through language, desire, politics—an end game—a poem by Michael Dickel.
Dreams and Memories | Mike Stone | Sunday Brunch Tuesday
Three poems by Mike Stone about dreams and memories, some good, some not, on Meta/Phor(e)/Play
We chose a day | Coffee Bruise Thursday | Paul Brookes
Four poems, comprising some family history narrative | Paul Brookes | Meta/Phor(e)/Play
we dream we are young | Sunday Brunch Tuesday | gary lundy
These 3 poems by gary lundy dance to music & drink coffee—reading your meaning, meaning your reading.
Breakfast at the End of Capitalism | Chapbook
I am honored to have my chapbook, Breakfast at the End of Capitalism, published by Locofo Chaps, out of Chicago.
A tear drop falls | Coffee Bruise Thursday | Mike Stone
Three poems & a Haiku sequence, written winter to spring—glimpses of the world through Mike Stone’s eyes.
memories that no longer exist | Sunday Brunch Tuesday | Bill Yarrow
Yarrow’s poems—three pas de deux partnering memory & family in delicate ballet | Meta/ Phor(e) / Play
Modernism likes its own “post” | Coffee Bruise Thursday
Adeena Karasick takes us on a satiric tour through the shards and fragments of literary and post-consumerist culture.
Consumer demographic bands | 3 poems | Michael Dickel
Three poems from Michael Dickel, commentaries on himself and our times on Meta/ Phor(e) /Play. Now open for submissions.
that other night when
Surrealist dreamscape through a wormhole—a poem by Michael Dickel.
Wet Egret | Poem
Short poem and art—a cold and wet egret. I could say I have no egrets, but it wouldn’t be true.
I Dove In | Hybrid Flash
Want to dive into monstrous conversations firing missiles across continental divides? Write your opinion! Hybrid flash by Michael Dickel
Jerusalem’s Garden — Hybrid
A hybrid essay-fiction flash set in a mystical garden that doesn’t exist in Jerusalem Recalled but possibly in Jerusalem Imagined.
Sunday brunch Tuesday | Kinga Fabó
Three poems by Hungarian poet Kinga Fabó, translated into English and in Hungarian.
coffee brews Wednesday
As he wrote Musée des Beaux Arts
Auden danced with Isherwood. He asked about a young man
who had caught their attention long ago in Berlin.
Meta/ Phor(e) /Play 