Contemporary Hungarian Art – Szabo Eszter
Below – “Parrots”; “Living sounds”; “Showcased”; “Soul sprout”; “Cacti III”; “Palm tree shadow.”
by James Crews
Though the doctors said no salt,
salt was all my father craved.
His body bloated, skin water-logged
and gray, still he wanted potato chips,
honey-baked ham, greasy slabs
of Polish sausage from Piekutowski’s.
He begged for pepperoni pizza,
garlic butter, ribs slathered in sauce.
But when I did the shopping,
I searched only for labels that said
‘low sodium’ and ‘no preservatives,’ instead
bringing home heads of broccoli,
turkey burgers, shredded wheat.
And when he died anyway,
guilt gnawed me like an ulcer—
how could I have denied him
his few final pleasures?—
until I found Big Mac wrappers
stuffed under the car seat,
jars of pickles in the hall closet,
and hidden among wads of tissues
near the night stand, his stash—
a half-used canister of salt.
I sat down on his sagging mattress
now stripped of stained sheets
and studied that blue label
with the girl in the yellow dress
holding her umbrella against a rain
of salt still falling from the sky.
Below – “In the lands of poetry”; “green light, green way”; “The wind along the women roads”; “Travel on the ancestors’ footprints”; “don’t stand so close to me”; “Starry night.”
A Poem for Today
“The Address Book”
by Louis Phillips
How could I predict
That my life wd become whatever,
So many people
Passing thru—address books
Filled with names & numbers
I no longer recognize,
Pages torn loose,
Addresses crossed out,
Lives badly smudged,
Decades of earnest grief,
What am I now?
Just another old man
Among old men.
Turn the calendar upside down
& let the days fall out.
Contemporary Russian Art – Anastasia Korsakova
Below – “Swimming lesson”; “Ordinary morning”; “Lost in reverie”; “The Sounds Of The Sea”; “Pomegranate”; “Two in the pool.”
by Jim Harrison
Back in the blue chair in front of the green studio
another year has passed, or so they say, but calendars lie. They’re a kind of cosmic business machine like
their cousin clocks but break down at inopportune times. Fifty years ago I learned to jump off the calendar but I kept getting drawn back on for reasons of greed and my imperishable stupidity. Of late I’ve escaped those fatal squares
with their razor-sharp numbers for longer and longer.
I had to become the moving water I already am, falling back into the human shape in order not to frighten my children, grandchildren, dogs and friends. Our old cat doesn’t care. He laps the water where my face used to be.
Below – “Project ‘Photos from a trash bin.’ #4.” “Expectation. Allegory”; “Lust”;“Dream about a dress”; “Breakfast too long”; “After the Party. #16.”
“After You Get Up Early on Memorial Day”
by Susanna Lang
You take the cats out with you, shut
the door: I have the whole wide bed, all
the covers to fall back asleep in, while you
cut up and sugar the strawberries, grind
the coffee, leave the radio off
so I won’t be disturbed. The room is still
dark, rain forecast for the entire day,
other people’s family picnics cancelled,
barbecues moved into basements, parades
rerouted to avoid flooded viaducts, the iris
losing petals beside newly cleaned graves,
their mason jars spilt into the saturated ground.
But here is my holiday, this drift back beneath thought
while I lie in the warm impression of your body.
Below – Safir Rifas: “Sleeping Beauty”
Contemporary Czech Art – Igor Shulman: Part II of II.
Below – “Not the best portrait”; “Mirage”; “The limit of dreams”; “Not our summer”; “A reminder of the greatness of the nation”: “Fucking winter.”
A Poem for Today
“Nihilistic Password Security Questions”
by Soheil Rezayazdi
What is the name of your least favorite child?
In what year did you abandon your dreams?
What is the maiden name of your father’s mistress?
At what age did your childhood pet run away?
What was the name of your favorite unpaid internship?
In what city did you first experience ennui?
What is your ex-wife’s newest last name?
What sports team did you fetishize to avoid meaningful discussion with others?
What is the name of your favorite canceled TV show?
What was the middle name of your first rebound?
On what street did you lose your childlike sense of wonder?
When did you stop trying?
Below – line arion: “I would prefer not to”