Art and poetry on page and stage



Vyt Bakaitis

A Song for & from Rene Ricard

You had a song to sing and lived the song Your days still haunt us as the nights are long Days run too short so night never ends To turn all the many odd characters friends Solid enough to declare Love’s victory Your best queer wish at the temple of flesh


Nighttime, after Büchner

One more night’s come down on
Earth’s old, eternal globe
Just as darkness once more clots
A smokefilled dungeoncell’s throat