
In a Studio on the West Bank
How strange it is to find oneself enjoying simple pleasures — cool water, cunnilingus — while down the street a Continue reading
How strange it is to find oneself enjoying simple pleasures — cool water, cunnilingus — while down the street a Continue reading
Would I cower with my head between my knees — a convenient position for kissing your ass goodbye — and Continue reading
I sat on the carousel horse. Up and down and forward the painted steed moved. To my right I Continue reading
Outside the window, summer topples into fall. Furtwengler, his hand squeezing the baton, salutes the fuhrer on his birthday. Continue reading
After the war Menuhin defended Herr Furtwengler. He was, at that time, encased in his own sorrow, so watching his Continue reading
Old records, black as filth. Songs sung into a horn as big as a giant’s dunce cap. Then microphones the Continue reading
Under a stack of yellowing newspapers marked “trash”, the faded photo is unmistakable, grandpa’s face hollow, wretched, threadbare uniform hanging Continue reading
A first for A Quiet Courage: a videopoem by poet, musician, and singer-songwriter Roy Moller. Click to watch and listen. Continue reading
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