The Perseids

by Birdie Rose Every year she awaitsthe arrival of the Perseids,those familiar friends streamlike curtains, just behind,the silhouette of hands, “Hello,” and “Goodbye,”in the same instantand meaning the same. Every year they fallin familiar voices.They sing swift in silver and blue.She cannot tellif the song is sad or joyous, and that is okay. Their presenceContinue reading “The Perseids”

MS Leter holdings of Pancho Chastitellez estate / 5 Aug 1971

by Steven Alvarez sun rises / sun sets / mood makes bad judgments / rise fall run rise fall run cap it capulet & keep yr chin up lady hear them pumas circling la casahow in hell cd one sleep w/ that? salacity for our ancestors … find yrselves religion it wuz part of itContinue reading “MS Leter holdings of Pancho Chastitellez estate / 5 Aug 1971”

San Dimas Summers or Why Richard Ramirez Doesn’t Scare Me

by Heather Hein it was the spray starch that took me back. i had to think about it for a moment.what used to be the department store perfume of legal secretaries is now captured in my can of spray starch.i remember her eyebrows were too thin. they matched her lips. her husband, i think hisContinue reading “San Dimas Summers or Why Richard Ramirez Doesn’t Scare Me”

Blazing Saddles is a movie I haven’t seen

by Madeline Weiss I don’t know a lot of food and you should shoveall of that food into my mouth at one timethere is truly a whole planet that I don’t know the sky looks a way on a different side from meand there is a you existing far away there are so many peopleContinue reading “Blazing Saddles is a movie I haven’t seen”

Thirteen Ways of Looking at Your Mama

by Daniel Nester 1.Among twenty snowed-in mucous membranes,The only moving snot-noseWas on the face of your mama. 2.I was of three minds,Like a love triangleIn which there are three your-mamas. 3.Your mama whirled in the autumn wind. It was a small part of the rigmarole. 4.A man and a woman Are one. A man andContinue reading “Thirteen Ways of Looking at Your Mama”

Woman Looking for the Disappeared Disappears on Way to Conference on Disappearances

by Nour Kamel Look, people just go missing herewhat could be more female than that,to go missing with no one to claim youwere ever there. To speak a woman’s existencedemands her existence.Does she exist if there is no bloodno virginity testsno orbital woundsashed over. What can be more violent than never knowingin which way theContinue reading “Woman Looking for the Disappeared Disappears on Way to Conference on Disappearances”

Fathers? Flowers? Funerals? Moons?

by Gabriel Ramirez Why the questions? Me alone? You, always wherever you are when you reach me? Where I been all this time? Guessing when you might get here? How this not about arriving? How this not about where I been? Why I’m always tryna’ to start something? Why ain’t you? Ain’t there enough blood?Continue reading “Fathers? Flowers? Funerals? Moons?”