This work was not included in The Harbinger Asylum, but is good reading.
My mind’s heart is an ocean of words. Full of them, some that mean nothing, others that mean too much. There are words that resonate like threnodies. Their rhymes tear off strings of pearls down those cheeks during nights that never cease, where sheets becomes vessels of melancholia and she writes, writes and writes […]Read Post ›
My dreams are curving, speeding rushing into gaps in dream traffic. Despite the liquid in my veins that tells the nerves no trauma happened despite the liquid in my veins that tricks my memory to forget — my raped veins know the needle penetrated my carved flesh knows the scalpel incised […]Read Post ›
Poem in honor of Kurt Cobain’s death.
A poem with a question, answered through Leonard Peltier’s book My Life Is My Sun Dance.
The poetic dialogue between two lesbians, who feel the burden of guilt for their sexuality.
A Zen poem by a contributor to Harbinger Asylum. Jeffrey Jones is a libertarian and dedicated freedom junkie!
The martyrs of civilization are bleeding in disgust. Time only reveals the secret of human trust. The contortionist act of glory stirs up a mess. There are three men behind this evil: Father, Son and Holy Ghost. This Trinity allows civilization to prosper and be free. Of course, the hypocrisy is left unspoken. Mind over […]Read Post ›
Essay by Jan Stover on radical mothering, excluded from the first issue of Harbinger Asylum due to space constraints.
