Monthly Archives: September 2011

Video Reportage from the Wall Street Occupation

______ M. E. “Spike” Allen is a filmmaker living in NYC. She has covered crime, politics, and fashion for Time magazine and The Village Voice. Contact: mallenorg@aol.com

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Landscape’s Influence: An Interview with Kathy Fagan

Landscape’s Influence: An Interview with Kathy Fagan by Sean Karns Kathy Fagan is the author of four books of poems: The Raft (Dutton, 1985), a National Poetry Series selection; Moving & St Rage (Univ. of North Texas Press, 1999), winner … Continue reading

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Mahmoud Abbas’s Speech at the UN

Mahmoud Abbas’s Speech at the UN by Karim Abuawad Despite the fact that I was never a supporter of the Palestinian Authority, I have to say that I was very impressed with President Mahmoud Abbas’s speech at the UN last … Continue reading

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Chasing the Hare

by Raul Clement [Author’s note: This story originally appeared in the Spring 2011 issue of Blue Mesa Review. You can purchase the issue here.] The turnpike’s crowded come Thanksgiving, so at first Dylan doesn’t notice her, the new girl at … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: SARAH SHELLOW

by Sarah Shellow: FULL MOON IN THE SUBURBS For Gary Snyder The full moon announces itself to this night a specter chiseled by branches and leaves. And the honeyed air loiters in the dark particles of day’s exhaustion, remembering the … Continue reading

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Andreas Economakis

Mean by Andreas Economakis I’m mean. I drop-kicked one stray cat, flipped off a dozen motorists in one ride, busted the tailight of a car, left garbage at the end of the Kalalau trail, pissed on the door of a … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: BILL RECTOR

BLACK BAG by Bill Rector Where, William Carlos Williams, are your patients? How in the world, the words, did you escape them? Erase them? In stanzas succinct as prescriptions wouldn’t a few more fit? Between curved blades of obstetric forceps, … Continue reading

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