Mark Salerno lives in Los Angeles, where he edits Arshile.

Small World The light fluctuates its fallen glitter moon over Hollywood even the words dream if only it were time to bandy or subject I used to be feeling now I am a penny arcade thanks to all that's gone wrong so far you are merely visible waiting anything and for these veils to be lifted as when we awake as good as another from dreams I hate that Picasso and Newton screwed up science and the Renaissance was a mistake I love the light before the blue and the time it takes to be here it is the role of the straw for people who truckle it is sheepy time it's good times it's any time. Feathery Surf Revisited As a letter might begin to lift this agency of song a clear glossy blue edging out here I never stood inside the soft summer rain mine was a set piece for brightening the air dear blank I am lonely dear blank dear blank I was every place I went with my brief case as you are inside and I am off to the side a memory piece including fried clams at HoJo's and the midway at Old Orchard in late August twenty years later the Renaissance was a mistake I never stood inside the glowing morning fog that was air that was a memory of air as if the penny arcades and lengthening shadows would now demand as we do more pieces of light.