By: Damon Krukowski

“One stood very still, and made strangling sounds with his guitar.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“The horn on the Victrola looked inviting, so I jumped inside.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“There is no end to the ringing.”

By: James Parker

“Behind me, the busy flames,/
the fun and games, the toppling frames.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“This song is sung at top volume.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“The guitar grew heavy, heavier each day.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“I sang directly into a tape recorder.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“Our parents loved your music, but now they are dead.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“I am mute, ignored, covered in dust.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“Never, no matter how easy your instrument, begin to sing.”

By: James Parker

“Until I can get up into this trance,/all is randomness, all mischance.”

By: Douglas Wolk

Sore and bobbing, here’s my jeremiad…

By: James Parker

“Should I lay down my war axe / and sit in the shit / and rotate beautiful colors in my bluebottle thorax?”

By: James Parker

“Out to sea, out to sea,/where the albatross ungainly dives/and the cunning anchovy thrives!”

By: James Parker

Lemminkainen, ice-locked,/hearing the groan of his trapped ship,/works up a counter-charm.