Wherefore A poem by April Krassner Wherefore I cannot remain fixed on the factof Saturday, or is it a concept?The concept of Saturday? I’d likeit to be. I’d like it to be bothfact and concept: Saturday.Maybe it is. Maybe not.... Continue Reading →
What Journey? by April Krassner Circling around with Mathilda, the little girl in the back seat, curly, brown hair Buddha belly. You know her? She’s always back there, facing forward, arms a-waving, Where are we going, Mathilda and me? Nowhere... Continue Reading →
Oh, Think of Cezanne or Braques or Maybe Someone Smoother Like Vermeer by April Krassner Instruction comes in the form of fruit. Peach does not appreciate the meanness of apple, the pretentiousness of pear, the insistence on silent screaming in... Continue Reading →
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