New writing: a South Korean island mountain, lonely in Paris, Prague's rebels, bridging NYC, Quebec and Palestine

A bevy of new pens.

1. First, welcome Lori C. Brown to our archive. She makes a grand entrance with words evocative and emotional:

Through metal bars and green cemented roofs
I gaze out into a world, yet, still unknown, but comfortably suited
The haze covers the mountain's news but I do not sit still in awe for them

Read "Jeju Island; Building 104" >>


2. Extending our greetings also to Farryl Last, who has shared these lonely but beautiful thoughts from Paris:

If I tell you Bastille,
you'll know the place and breathe images
of Parisian streets damp like just-licked envelopes,
skies dim with chattering clouds.

Read "Ledru-Rollin" >>


3. And Gene Levin, whose observations of the rebels in Prague makes us want to grow up in 60s:

I descend a concrete staircase into a dense fog of cigarette and marijuana smoke. A fifty-fifty mix of Fernet Stock and cola, running its course through my body, makes me feel unusually top-heavy and disoriented. Strobe lights, bursting to no particular rhythm, scramble my brain to the tune of some of the trippiest fucking music I've ever heard. Dub DJs, sampling and distorting instrumental tracks, weave a musical tapestry that's part prayer blanket and part mind-bending magic eye landscape.

Read "If I Can't Dance to It, It's Not My Revolution" >>


Farrah Sarafa strikes again with her bold images and dreamy reveries.

4. Riverside:

Deep Sunset over mustard colored bridge
Is made into a smile
for me

Read "Riverside" by Farrah Sarafa >>


5. Sunrise Over George Washington Bridge:

Justin reminded me this morning
Of the comforts and high
Of firm, long run
To the Washington bridge sky

Read "Sunrise Over George Washington Bridge" by Farrah Sarafa >>


6. Acrylics and Soil:

You are the bullet,
I am the sound
that love makes when your eye dances
around my field of poetry and movement creation.

Read "Acrylics and Soil" by Farrah Sarafa >>