by Julian Gallo She has the right hairstyle, the right eyeglasses, and the right clothes—everything carefully crafted to solidify her place in the bohemian world in which she desperately wants to belong. She holds court at the table at the back of the café, surrounded by mostly male admirers, all…
by Julian Gallo She has the right hairstyle, the right eyeglasses, and the right clothes—everything carefully crafted to solidify her place in the bohemian world in which she desperately wants to belong. She holds court at the table at the back of the café, surrounded by mostly male admirers, all…
by Jarek Jarvis I am coming to terms with the cosmichorrors of everyday reality. Catastrophespropagate around me. Even if I ignorethe peripheries, I know that formillennia you have hidden your facebehind the sun. Despite light pollution,I scan the muddy horizon in anticipationof your eventual reemergence. Sure,some Mayan mathematician may haveforgotten…
by Jeffrey Kingman I’m dissolving into a girl on a pier on a lake. I thought you might see yourself that way my washy pastels. If there is a pier and a lakeyou might come along as a pair of eyes a singularity and all you can do is remember…
by Jackie Tricolli I wake in a room with four blue walls. Palest of blue. Soft, soothing walls. A room with twin beds and matching comforters, a delicate blue and white floral chintz pattern. A room that once held trophies and secrets and fights between two sisters. Claws out over…
by Gil Hoy I’m watching the snow fallthrough my kitchen window,pine trees are crusted with snow.White shadowed in black,a squally wind is filled with snow. The phone rings. My sister Sallyis calling. Mother passed awaythis morning. I’m sitting all alonein my apartment, unpacking boxes loaded with dishes to fill my cabinets. I’m told…
by Frank William Finney I’m sucking on soapin a cabin kitchen while suds seep outthe broken windows. All of this is just to saywe all feed our sinks in our own woozy waysdespite your subtle spoof on spoons; the fine set of forksyou stole as a child; the way you…
by introverse Zeus, the unbearably human god that he is,decides to shake the apartment this afternoon. i’m tucked inside the covers as he burns the skywith rage, in search of his least favorite daughter. as above—stone pillars pulverized and clouds in disarray,so below—a line of trees catching fire, mortals stranded…
by Chanchal Kumar Sometimes, everything begins to fascinate me:The slow passage of nightacross the sky, the blur of traffic,the snare of my smartphone. What I want is a way out of presentness. I want to leave & hope to keep going—tho I don’t know if I want to get out of bedto do that.
by DeWitt Clinton What can we do, this late in life?Peeling a grape isn’t quite so charming,Even writing about peeling a grape,Well, it’s not the same as back then.But there’s so much back then, and ifWe do go back, we’ll likely make it allUp, as who still remembers the beach,The…
by Claudia Wysocky I keep thinkingabout the time in high schoolwhen you drewmea map of the city,I still have it somewhere.It was so easyto get lostin a place where all the treeslook the same.And nowevery time I seea missing persons posterstapled to a pole,all I can think isthat could have…