• Poetry

    Three Poems by Peter Spagnuolo

    Above: “The Repast of the Lion” by Henri Rousseau

    Cartographer

    The monkeys scold that I lost my way, I’ve gone
    mad on the march through you, a hand on the whip—
    your impenetrable wild I leave undone,
    and tame your jungle waste—but wrecked my ship,
    so I must spread you open, with no way back.
    My rivals tell I’ve grown too old to play
    the boy explorer, yet at that perfumed crack
    where wells a secret font of youth, I lay
    with my discovery,

  • Prose

    Excerpt from Adame by Rosalind Palermo Stevenson

    What I like about living with Nandi is that she commands so little space, her presence is airy, she resides here lightly, and then of course she is always changing, from one mood to the next, each with its own distinct physical form. When I write, Nandi goes off by herself to swim in the ocean. I form the words on the page. I write myself page after page, while my companion swims with only her head visible, bobbing above the waves. Sometimes, when I am frustrated with my progress, I throw the pages against the wall. I think sky and ocean.

  • Cross-Genre

    “The Foghorn” by Rosalind Palermo Stevenson

    1.  sound of the foghorn and the ocean
    _________________loud, persistent, repeating
    2.  view of the ocean from the cliff
    3.  closeup, waves over rocks
    4.  wind, reeds, water
    5.  ocean, front to side
    6.  ocean, front to other side
    7.  ocean
    8.  waves to shore

    The dream is true. All dreams are true.
    _________________________
    (Antonin Artaud)

    9.  long shot over rocks
    ___________
    first appearance of the younger woman
    10.