You Demand Nothing by Steven Duong but a history. The bent trees, gutted temples,ring-years coiled in sepia—all of it. You cousin every crackin the sidewalk. You, with your PhD in alchemy, trade names on the black market, though your story is a hotelrededicated too...
Waltz of the White Bird a Cloud Against the Sky by Josh Bettinger Let’s go to America and smoke cigarettes.Let’s go to America and remove our selves from painful equationsthat ricochet from pixel to pixel—a darkening dream in the foreground of the city....
Anyone Going Knows Already What’s Gone by Nicholas Brown everyone dies first thing in the morning unable to bear another day my father didn’t need reminding to leave gentleness out of his going like anything worth doing it...
The Right Place by Tyler Sones 2003 Weekends, we assemble at Dave’s house and drown compunction in Bacardi 151 and Percocet. We comb our hair and dress in clothes that allow us to pass—the brightly colored collared shirts that all the rich boys wear that year, khaki...
Is That Mushroom or Ash by Darla Mottram “I think it’s Ash.” “Oh. I thought it was Mushroom.” Meek gives me an irritated look. He’s right; I’m only disagreeing to provoke him. We’re on the corner of Hemlock and Harrison;...
