By Edgar Clinton, Jr.
The living dead are spread through many a tribe
You’ve seen them friend
I’ve been them
Even half alive
Is a lot
Convinced as we are of what we are not
Living the lie
Believing the cover
Story that’s kept us
(As much as may be allowed)
Alive
Embracing the part
Lost in the act
I love most the scene
Where the dead come back to [...]

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From Gene’s Notebook
…eating at our favorite veggie restaurant, La Naranja, on First Street, south of Morelos, in Matamoros, we’re eating and talking, and two men at the table tell us that their electrical-component companies are closing in Matamoros and are moving to China; the men, as engineers, have a chance to go to China with [...]

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by Gene Novogrodsky
The shop owners and the salesgirls
Stand under the overhang, out of the rain.
The owners hand tens and twenties,
And the girls take them, putting their plastic
Bags on the sidewalk: week’s wages to hand;
Discounts-given clothes ….
The girls, in twos, threes and fours,
Walk down the sidewalk, some umbrellas up.
The rain sprinkles, twilight falls, streetlights yellow.
The owners [...]

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