The Liver is the Cock’s Comb (1944) by Ricardo Pau-Llosa

The Liver is the Cock’s Comb (1944)                     after the painting by Arshile Gorky   With feathers, a rage lacks seriousness. More of a dance, a veering into symbol and ritual.  The colors of earth-- ocher, sienna, snow lapsing into mud-- seem traversed, as if by deity and light, with unbraided rainbows, assaults of … Continue reading The Liver is the Cock’s Comb (1944) by Ricardo Pau-Llosa

Letter To My Great-Grandchildren by Dick Bentley

Letter To My Great-Grandchildren Don’t be alarmed, I come unarmed And undefended, without signs, without Slogans, without protests. Strange, this grassroots vapor Thickening my brain. Now you have the nights To wake in silence, with gracious guns To thunder, flame, and pillage While You children twist in the trees. I climb the future’s slippery slope. … Continue reading Letter To My Great-Grandchildren by Dick Bentley