Ingeborg Riedmaier reads “The Department Store Badger,” a poem by Rachel Dragos
These lone fires will never die out/ the roses still stagger in the embers;
Lost in the midnight stillness, my mother/ rises to dress and begin another/ chilly day. She crosses the moonlit floor.
Jane Bradley and Chris Henry Coffey read four poems from BLR Issue 29,
“This restaurant has a fine ambulance.”/ What my friend, of course, must have/ meant was that this restoration/ had a fine ambience,
I order another drink and/ decide not to kill them, even/ in my imagination.
October, a woman and a boy, a tumor/ overtaking his brain, draw pictures/ in the waiting room.
Before my pupils gape oh in unison,/ I find a seat with the semi-sighted
To straighten her spinal column/ Frida suspends nearly vertical/ with sacks of sand tied to her feet.