by Reyna Espinoza I was born of sunrise and pesticides,of strawberries and struggles.I was raised with sunburnsand church on Sunday,where my knees memorizedthe wood of the prie-dieu,where prayers were counted, not answered,and hope stayed lowered,like a head that forgot how to rise. I was cared for by hands in the…
by Ed Schad Tony the Tiger began to groan free of his box, pacing, padding, rushing down to disrupt the morning table. Great though he was, his flakes also great, he increased, deepened, outstretched his cartoon lines out of the world of toys to stride into blood and hair and skin, leaving the cardboard a scratch-and-sniff of musk and urine, a…
by Kenneth Pobo I turn off the computer and watch the moon through a half-closed venetian blind— then head to bed. Sometimes I can’t sleep because I fear dreaming. Last night I dreamed I was teaching again. Sex interrupted my words like a stoplight on a highway. What will I dream tonight? The quiet comforts. No crickets. Maybe I’ll dream of my mother, a…