Monthly Archives: November 2016

Lazar Efros, Russian poet (1889-1931). Books include Frame Lines, Night Must Pass, and The Last Moon Burned Down. The Only Land This is the only land, the land of mourning, Gray water and golden sand. They are the destructive fire, … Continue reading →

At midnight, not a flicker; it’s still burning, blank and unobtrusive on my desk. No presence to be taken in or tended: a flame that’s conquered night but lost its breath.

They lined the pit with well-cut planks, and when the body was laid in, they roofed it close with more wood. Then they heaped earth down, to preserve the corpse, worthy vessel of its soul, from rain and time’s ruin. … Continue reading →

You know the cure but you can’t take it. Something blocks you – something, nothing: the slightest, slenderest wall of glass keeps you from stepping out of hell and into the full monty, double-whammy, ding-dong-daddy of life in the world. … Continue reading →

Still standing on that hill, watching our corrupted dreams drive away.

David Kenan (1930-1997). Novelist and essayist. His books include The Intercessor, Stroke of Twelve, Meditational Deities and No Longer Expecting an Answer. Excerpt from Stroke of Twelve: “The place had a river view, the kind you pay big money for. … Continue reading →

Miriam Zacharias. Professor of Astrophysics, Cambridge University. Also author of three volumes of poetry: A Strange Almost, Forever Unremembered, Go to Hell and Kiss Me. “Saturn setting in the midnight sky. Milky Way shifting south with the breeze. Perseids thinning … Continue reading →