a fine new issue of onedit is up, with poems by Jean Day, Jonathan Skinner, Kevin Killian, Buck Downs, Brenda Coultas &c. including this one from Michael Gizzi--

Clouds Nine


The best way to become a cloud--a cloud one could be
proud of--is to have a father

who's a meteorologist. Yosemite Sam upbraids a dust devil.
What would he say about

the weather on Lesbos? Or on drugs, for that matter? Leave
it to Beaver Lamarck to

form a list of cloud types. These here blew in from the
French Revolution to stack up

over this canary yellow hum cover. One never knows, do
one? Would you believe a

cicerone in his cups under a claudicated anvil fixin' to
fulgurate a lunch loaf? Nosh on

this: The concupiscent curd of a former whirling dervish. Is
Rumi in the house?