For Our Time
Dunstan ChristopherFor a time, a rising certainty, arising into the evening. I was everyday anointed, annoying still, but adult and in the stable. Seen and valued, I was poised and punctured, to light up. My time—blessed be the institution. All I needed was to follow. Pray? With miles as a calling card, how could you desist? Tell? All I needed was to shake off the shavings of the destitute academic to arrive in the cosmology of poetry, both literal and glittery. All gone to slipshod, shake and ruin. All gone to go there. All gone to prepare ye the way whilst I do the dishes. All gone to boo-yah, all gone to meh, all gone to YouTube yahoos and you-know-whos. You. All gone to hops to barleys to absinthe to Chartreuse, to crème de menthe by the bucketfuls. All gone to the bucks of the crème de la crème, the crème de la soul and Honey Nut Cheerios, chim chim cher-ee, old chap! Old chip off the chipper chopping block, mon cher, mon frère, mes amis. For a time.
Issue 11
Process vs. Product
Spring 2010
The Third Jewel
Chris Malcomb
On War and Remembrance
Ken Rodgers
Immaculate
Wendy Sumner-Winter
Spectacles of the Mind
Manda Frederick
birds who eat flowers
ali lanzetta
Ars Botanica
Katharyn M. Browne
The B-Boy
Martha Grover
The Lonely Freedom
Chris Carosi
The Missing Person
Maureen Alsop
Upon Revisiting the Birthplace of the Preacher Billy Sunday
Eric Rawson
One Way of Looking at a Poet
Stephen Maurer
Atomic Gardening—
Adam Strauss
The Story
Jennifer Skogen
Notes on Joan Crawford
Cedar Sigo
Untitled (NIJINSKY)
Cedar Sigo
Vinculum
Katharyn M. Browne
For Our Time
Dunstan Christopher
December 33
Jami Proctor-Xu
THE MOOR DANCES
Mark Boccard
Apala
Jason Nemec
Maena
Dabney Lyles
The Lonely Story
Mark Gozonsky
Home Improvements
Christine Meade
out back by the rabbit pen
Calder Lorenz
Saint-Michel: A Moment in Six Forms
Andrew Valencia