The VGP Literate No. 8
Neural Piano (for my grandmother, Grace Paynter) You see, her mind was never confined to that room sea foam soothing green gall bladder attacks and projectile vomit no, it moved with music scales sliding sideways was scented all things vernal she sent it beyond that jonquil window where the sunlight was weaker than the pale … Read more
The VGP Literate No. 7
Dimensions greed is a mobile brain parasite bigger than any worm or tumor, but the chapbook factor, magazines— medicine, or futility in paper flesh, the radiant physics not fully x-rayed, expressionless, we tie shoes, and die David Scott Pointer is a friendly neighborhood political poet. He has been publishing around the horn for 21 years.
The VGP Literate No. 6
American Machine Visionary highways under construction; one nation, indivisible… liberty syncopation bursts forth as a breath guided by gilded ideology; flags rippling in the wind, stubbornly stoic Emergent sunrise – golden – collapses as webbed corridors form a kind of no-zone reflection, the strangely beautiful gestation of art, cradled, then kindled; brought forth … Read more
The VGP Literate No. 5
Final Goodbyes 1212 Existence is only relative In a far off galaxy, in an ocean beneath a sheath of ice, on a planet that circles twin suns, Vanity Fair’s latest Gaga has no relation to whatever life may be thriving and teeming. An example hounded by the crossing light that shrouds in the darkness as … Read more
