Poetry

"...exactly..."

"...they will revive THEIR nation..."

"...Yes, the ocean calls to me like a lover..."

"...that's acceptance rejecting cynicism..."

"...outside the garden of gods Is the hometown of thy soul..."

"...is whatever he's got creeping underneath my door?.."

"I saw him flapping around in the grass..."

"...In such havoc, trying to gather the little happiness..."

"They sang and shouted with joy as he paced about, whispering..."

"...I'm not the fly that annoys, nor the yellowed, shunned Polaroid..."

"...Whydah Sibyl still sings her lovelorn sonnet..."

In April 2002, the Piker Press was created by Alexandra Queen as a weekly online journal of literature, art, commentary, and who knows what else. Her daughter, the author of this week's cover piece, was born just a few weeks later.

"...Four dollars and ninety-seven cents, unless the parental unit found a sale elsewhere..."

"...try to remember who died, who got married the last time we saw each other..."

"...the decay of hope like worms in the garden..."

"...unwilling to reveal the secrets she has conceived..."

"...the sound of my footsteps in the morning..."

"...It's the latest, sexiest, of professions..."

"...A lifetime of New York City subway riding..."

"...Existence gets out of control..."

"...full of sugar and spice and everything nice..."

"...this is a great mystery..."

"...the knowledge you acquire, the love you share..."

"...Heart to mind to lips, gone from the universe..."

"...Leaves pulled away from the canopy..."

"...their goal was to get stinking rich..."

"...Books come from ghosts..."

"...the ghosts are already on the move..."

"...Lust in the lexicon..."

"...yes, craft as we were conscious of treacheries ..."