Flinch | Maggie Beck

I’m no good reading between the lines I get stuck at decoding the obvious I believed all those lies you told me so who is really the fool after all I know that by tomorrow I’ll be fine and you’ll still have your sad life saga you’ve broken our rental agreement love’s only a lease,…

Pictured left: Jamie Katz followed by this cipher 9 8 44 72 280 Click here to read Jamie Katz’s brilliant feature on Donald Keene, the Western world’s leading interpreter of Japanese literature, a Columbia professor for more than seventy years. On a visit to Japan in 1990, I had the pleasure of meeting and interviewing…

The demented song of a woman forty four people in this city die of the same disease Her voice rises and falls between two notes up and down the scale two words unintelligible at first She is unseen invisible out of sight maybe no more out of her mind than anyone else except that she…

No, they are not wastes of space and this not a place of waste, this collection of classrooms and lectures School, academy, is a place of hope where the learner can reach beyond where they are, where their space is full of purpose. More at http://spinrockreader.blogspot.com. The post Place of Hope | JD DeHart appeared…

In this Developed Nation, a 19 year old woman sleeps in a bag in a door way. In this Developed Nation, a working family of four relies on the local food bank. In this Developed Nation, grandmothers live on a pittance and die lonely. In this Developed Nation, my friends use drugs to fill a…

The spring rains Brought driftwood Down the river Depositing it At the boat ramp A mess That blocked the launch Of recreational craft I saw her approach Pulling a little cart She gleaned the pile Moving the limbs Searching for the pieces Bleached white By the turgid foam She eyed it Rejecting some Gathering others…