Justin Vicari: Encounters with Rimbaud
It’s found again.
What? — Eternity.
It’s the sea
making love to the sun.
Justin Vicari: Ghazal — Abundance
As kids, we loved the mulberry tree in my cousin Kathy’s yard. We stood under that mulberry tree like our own vine hut, eating our way through the afternoons. Our … Continue reading
Justin Vicari: Sun-Bleached Zapruder
July 28, 1929 – May 19, 1994 Jacqueline Kennedy died on my birthday, in her Manhattan apartment with only her attorney present and a few close friends. Stoically, independently, behind … Continue reading
Justin Vicari: Kingdom of One
Hey there, snappy-coated language and an unexpected, high-tech subject will not reinvent your reasons for speaking, oneself one’s only true subject, no matter what we think, here in this diner-booth … Continue reading
Justin Vicari: Shackles
Long ago, they were heavy and clanged everywhere. Some people claimed not to see or hear them. These people were mad, and they made their shackles heavier. Now and then … Continue reading
Justin Vicari: Head in the River
Because I gave you head in the river, the death squad cut off my head and sent it floating away. Up to my eyes I am cast from eddy to … Continue reading
