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…