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I'm dragging my feet...
excerpt from Waste Levi Rubeck I’m dragging my feet through space. This cold sea has been cleaned out of summer jams and rest stops. I’m thirsty for the stars that never really get close. Dead light and deaf ghosts and gaps between atoms. Broken bodies pile up between my open legs. I want to be buried in the navel of space, where the graffiti is golden and an infidel like me can book passage with those celestial smugglers we read about as children. |
Maybe Tomorrow, collage by Bill Wolak
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Levi Rubeck is a poet and critic from Wyoming, though his day job is at MIT Press in Cambridge, MA. A slightly longer bio can be found here: http://www.dangerhazzard.com/a-short-biography
Bill Wolak is a poet, photographer, and collage artist. He has just published his twelfth book of poetry entitled Love Opens the Hands with Nirala Press. Recently, he was a featured poet at The Hyderabad Literary Festival. Mr. Wolak teaches Creative Writing at William Paterson University in New Jersey.
Bill Wolak is a poet, photographer, and collage artist. He has just published his twelfth book of poetry entitled Love Opens the Hands with Nirala Press. Recently, he was a featured poet at The Hyderabad Literary Festival. Mr. Wolak teaches Creative Writing at William Paterson University in New Jersey.
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