Artwork by Bruce New

Charlie Parker's Garden (poetry) by Puma Perl

Red Mama (artwork/poetry) by Moctezuma Johnson

The Mob (poetry) by Doug Draime

Willie Lepers (music video) by Norman Ball

1 out of 6 by by Rob Plath

The Recipe by Emme Hor

Sometimes Suicidal by Aimee DeLong

Last Night at Southport by Justin Hyde

microwave popcorn haiku by Pete Lee

 

Book Reviews:

Dancing on Thin Ice by George Anderson ( review by Ralph-Michael Chiaia)

92 Rapple by Lyn Lifshin
(review by Helen Peterson)

10 Poems & Ampersands
by Ralph-Michael Chiaia
(review by David McLean)

 

Assassination Of Jesse James

Horses aren't very rich. They have no money. They are scared of breaking a bone because someone will shoot them. They cannot buy nice shoes. The blacksmith usually says, "Here try these clunkers." On Friday night they sometimes see a pretty girl and a pretty guy, all dressed up, walking to a nice restaurant. A horse might think, "I want to eat steamed broccoli and tendered meat," but it will stay in the barn and eats hay. Sometimes horses run around in circle motions with their heads dressed in Mexican Wrestling masks. Other times cowboys will say things like, "I will only ride an honest horse," and then shoot the horse they are riding to try and prove this point regardless if the horse is honest or not. Once there was a horse that ate some leftover birthday cake. It could have gone back to the barn and no one would have ever known, but it felt guilty. So it stood next to the cake and waited for someone to come and shoot it. The boy whose birthday it was found the horse. The boy thought this was funny. He went to tell his mother. The father overheard and went out in the yard with his shotgun. For the most part, all horses are honest. They don't like cigars. Sometimes they eat fruit. Horses sometime walk on snow. They don't like it. Horses don't like the sound of walking on snow. I like horses. When I was a little boy I wanted to shoot cowboys and steal their money and be famous, but my second grade teacher said that would make me a coward and for the rest of the year she called me Robert Ford. I only have $37 left in my bank account. I think I want to be a horse now.

 

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Biography

Krammer has been published at lamination, elimae, pequin, no posit, titular...