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”
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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”
Peter Weller, the Actór
by Chuck Young When I people watch, I’m looking for beauty. Or sex at least. I wish D’angelos would create a signature sandwich and call it, Untitled (How Does It Feel). So I’d have something to eat while sexting you. What if dicks had knuckles? What if my dick was a literal knuckle sandwich? PickContinue reading “Peter Weller, the Actór”
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”
Manischewitz
by R. Scott Fallon i don’t get drunk on yom kippur anymore when we were all strung up together in white plains, i vomited all over the sequined table spread. i have not since gone on birthright, nor am I capable of getting a buzz off stolen manischewitz from the cabinet it iswhat the archdiocesewouldContinue reading “Manischewitz”
Winter 2020
Jason B. Crawford Ariel Francisco Louisa Schnaithmann Usman Hameedi Yamini Pathak Tom Barlow Sarah Matthes Liam Sheridan Loré Yessuff KB Trish Hopkinson Miriam Akervall Timothy Prolific Edwaujonte Gabriel Ramirez Nour Kamel
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?”
