Poetry: The Assassination of Lincoln by James Walton

The Assassination of Lincoln I am breached through the back of my head an aperture to where the grass is true more civil than war all these lifeless children   mother of pearl a magnolia flower opened by time’s rebuttal half snow falling   as it trapes a zed pathway whetted thousands, words sacred as…

Poetry: Truman Capote’s brownstone by James Walton

Truman Capote’s brownstone Holly’s voice fingers digging between ribs the one-eyed cat’s zig zag troupe   the shower running   after the call up rooms full of old grey white men in avalanche interring country and western songs   a guitar taut as strung throats   no one’s Fred callow as a phone booth at…