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 by Andrew Lundwall 

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(collage on paper)
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Andrew Lundwall lives & works in NYC.

Four Poems by John M. Bennett

en sortant

rush ,ton visage une lunch

crapulous soggy ,dreamed f

rottage de mes genoux the

sticky rice the rusty ladder

the coiled lentils on your

bed o weight of rain the

limestone clouds exhale yr

feeble sleep beside the pret

zels you forgot ,si

nking in the scummy tub

where you hocked up that plan

tain like yr fingered

neck

Et ma tête s’éloigne de mon corps

- Vicente Huidobro

                        cor nair

chew the sand s aw d

og led the stip pled s

hed where just the skull

remained  )foundered(  in’s

encaustic shirt the  )sleeve

stuffed with dessication bees

the( sleeve of wind ~ ~ )Tlaloc

b links the rain a tunnel

through yr suits me in

,uh ,time emit emission’s

,rusty ,sunken sedan its

algae eye my hard neck

and gu ttered tr out

crawl ,spill the peas ,the

flicker says

...has rendered ehtooms/as hierro...

- Olchar E. Lindsann

  

charnel

acetaminophin ,gut “check”,yr

:boil condition  .slumping on the

shore was ,omnivaricose or

,shuddering from the foot  .who

replies ,eats me  ?termite thu

ndering beneath the ladders

where yr jockstrap’s stre

tched ,Hun Hunahpu holds the

windy hair yr tonsured

mouth  .Fog and Lunch I

wrassled “you” or,,,  ?the

hungry shirts stippled

spots and charred...

...yellow

tissue paper in the mouth...

tongues sticking out...

- Ivan Argüelles

way enhancement

the ringing foot the

clustered frost the

peldaño pensativo al

caer la loess ,mound

slumps dim across the

field where the

tlacaquetzal eats his

cheese  .in amoxtli

pusulecto an the walking

song yr end inculcates

where the fisted verse

burns your socks .wob

bles on the blood-strung

stairs

...y nadie dijo nada.

- César Vallejo

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John M. Bennett has published over 400 books and chapbooks of poetry and other materials. He has appeared in AlteredScale.com issue 2 & 3 and will appear in issue 4.

www.johnmbennett.net

Four Poems by John M. Bennett

nost

uh ,neck it’s  .late in

crowding o half o loot

.the pooled throat and

,half hills ,yr streaming

thigh remembered ham

ster house embolism and

crackers ,just uh wh

eezy swallow  )o the

hairball !(  rain curd

les in the basement where

the tress archive brightly

moulders and yr long leg

histoire’s curling on

the walls

La mort le fait fremir, pallir;

Le nez courber...

- François Villon

arcadas

occulate  .it his

toria del fermento

.forma  .lápiz cacósmico

my chin cheese’s rumor

atragantado ,stink of’s

highest water  I

saw it off ,eggs and

gristle ,kinda like an

eye with’s ball point

.)swaddled in the temp

tress dust yr(  glottis

sandwich ,fog and

plastic bags

UN BRAS INCONNU

- Vicente Huidobro

                        pants

what wrap rustling in yr

leg a nap perhaps a

lens focused ants beneath

the knee just raise yr

g land and sp ray  .w

allets and w histles ,dogs

frying in the hall where

yr drippy thigh BAN

GS IN THE CLOS

ET mot hs c luster in

the r oof e ating w hat ,t

he sca t  t  ere d  e g  g   s

...la chambre c’est plein de fumée...

- Benjamin Péret

ratón

m urk fork ,seven one

plaster scra wl the

shudtered back itching

like a moth my nom

brûlé un callejón de

piernas muertas and

yr shimmering spoon  )the

river gargles behind yr

shed(  s horts cr awling

in the mud lo que la

mur alla no me dijo

melting into its hole

...ici la boue...

- Charles Baudelaire

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John M. Bennett has published over 400 books and chapbooks of poetry and other materials. He has appeared in AlteredScale.com issue 2 & 3 and will appear in issue 4.

www.johnmbennett.net

What is Now

by Richard Martin

1

I could go back to the beginning

To words sheltered in peacocks

And fools

I was timeless for a time

On the back of a hand

I could arrange planets and stars

Into destinations still

Unknown

Remember you said

Spring quells the cries

Of sterile birds

I have a mind awake in the dawn

Of silent eyes

A flash of meteors across the sky

An unfinished puzzle of storms

And sins

The news is on

The time has come to offer the sun

A bouquet of love

Let me flower you said

In the drumbeat of raindrops

On dancing streets

Now what

Isn’t the answer

2

Time like intervals of lightning

Secured our arrival into what is now

Jungle gyms of youth

Taunt us with distance

Remember yours: a red fiat –

Excessive speed down country roads

Beyond the hyper dream of nature –

Sunset without a woman

In the passenger seat

I co-authored denial –

A verse up my sleeve

On absence in the presence of a drunk moon

And angry father

Old Testament

Old Testament you screamed

Running red lights

Until the police gave chase

Ticketing the necessity

Of desire

3

I’m the son of the wizard of displacement

Can you hear me now

Do lakes rivers streams of trees

Thought-free oceans

Ring in your ears

Answer me

The church of who we are

And what we’ve done

Would like to know

From there to here

From here to there

In scatter shots of blue sky and dark clouds

Is the message

The horn of words creates the self

From magnificent dust

We return to reside

In the ephemeral home

Of eternal syllables

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Richard Martin is the author of five books of poetry, including White Man Appears on Southern California Beach(Bottom Fish Press, 1991) and Under the Sky of No Complaint (Lavender Ink/Fell Swoop, 2013). His work has appeared in Fell Swoop, ACM, Exquisite Corpse, Gargoyle, Artichoke Haircut, Shattered Wig (post) and unarmed. He is also the author of boink!, an antimemoir, published by Lavender Ink (New Orleans, 2005) and four chapbooks. A past recipient of a NEA Poetry Fellowship, he founded and coordinated the Big Horror Poetry Reading Series in Binghamton, New York, from 1982-1996. He lives in Boston.

 

Quartet #3

by Jukka Pekka-Kervinen


Jukka-Pekka Kervinen will edit a gallery of music for the next AlteredScale, and a special section will be devoted to his own work. He has appeared in AlteredScale.com 2 and 3.

He is a Finnish composer, writer and visual artist. He studied musicology and composition in University of Helsinki in 1981-88 and has worked since then as a teacher, freelance composer, writer, visual artist and publisher. He has worked with algorithmic composition and experimental music, verbal and graphic scores and computer-processed sound synthesis as well textual and visual works, publishing more than 30 books of experimental and visual poetry, also in several magazines and anthologies, and exhibited his visual art and poetry in several countries.

Kervinen’s Webpage

Life

by Lenora Drowns

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(mixed medium on clayboard)

 Lenora Drowns is a Minneapolis visual artist and writer who appears in AlteredScale.com 3.

You may contact her about her art: painter41 (at) yahoo.com.