enchanted human | Coffee Bruise Thursday | Michael Dickel
Michael Dickel’s poem, ”epistemological metaphysics of rhetorical hallucinations,” explores a mind.
Michael Dickel’s poem, ”epistemological metaphysics of rhetorical hallucinations,” explores a mind.
A flight of fancy—escape through language, desire, politics—an end game—a poem by Michael Dickel.
Three poems by Mike Stone about dreams and memories, some good, some not, on Meta/Phor(e)/Play
Four poems, comprising some family history narrative | Paul Brookes | Meta/Phor(e)/Play
These 3 poems by gary lundy dance to music & drink coffee—reading your meaning, meaning your reading.
Three poems & a Haiku sequence, written winter to spring—glimpses of the world through Mike Stone’s eyes.
Yarrow’s poems—three pas de deux partnering memory & family in delicate ballet | Meta/ Phor(e) / Play
Adeena Karasick takes us on a satiric tour through the shards and fragments of literary and post-consumerist culture.
Three poems from Michael Dickel, commentaries on himself and our times on Meta/ Phor(e) /Play. Now open for submissions.
The voices speak poetry even as so much else happens, including the poet going out | Michael Dickel | Meta/ Phor(e) /Play
Hassan Melehy’s poems, Recriminations & Doctrines of Honesty, provide “unrepentant insolence”—perhaps of the Beats, perhaps of our own.
Evocative imagery woven into a sense of displacement, nostalgia, & longing | imaginary maps | Reshmi Dutt-Ballerstadt | Meta/Phor(e)/Play
Michael Dickel’s poem, Dust to Dust — the passing of time and the absurdity of meaning fill out the form of this poem on Meta / Phor(e) / Play.
Surrealist dreamscape through a wormhole—a poem by Michael Dickel.
A hybrid essay-fiction flash set in a mystical garden that doesn’t exist in Jerusalem Recalled but possibly in Jerusalem Imagined.
Three poems by Hungarian poet Kinga Fabó, translated into English and in Hungarian.
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.
Deconstruction
I’ll take your hyper-inflated
phallus, ego-distended balloon,
id-fueled hot-air engine…