Paraph by John A. Nieves The last curl recurls then crosses itself into an impromptu x and this is how I knew myself for a while—I was a flourish dancing off a well-laid line, the hard-pressed gob before the ink thinned. And my heart used to be a washed-out wash...
Your Results May Vary by Patrick Meeds We’ve all had it happen. Spacing out at a stop light until the embarrassing honk from behind. Pushing and pushing on a door only to realize the little placard by the handle says pull. When I watch sports I...
when i wanted to be a girl by Tara Labovich Still i feel it That hollow hunger The space between hills It was a rush like rain in the gullets Or insistence Beauty I mean The question of What matters Answered quick wet by lipliner I don’t mean to say the girl word...
High-Risk by Aliza Haskal I. i found a mess of a crow outside my shrink’s office as there was no smear on the brick wall i assumed it had been shot with a tiny bullet the head was a foot away from the body sticking out of the ground i took three pictures from...
On the Death from Consumption of Anton Chekov in a German Hotel Room, 1904 by Gary Duehr This, or this A telephone’s insistent scratch or a large black moth hammering away at a shutter From the sitting room a champagne cork’s...
