After The Fact by Heikki Huotari Our secrets are on sale but just won’t tip the scale however close we hold the cards, however, hearing bells, in post and rope and canvas corners into yellow plastic buckets we spit out however many perfect teeth. The self serve...
some mornings i don’t want to put on clothes because i know i’ll eventually have to take them off by Erica Brunner I’m in a bathrobeand combat boots Lines tunnelinto my skin There are traceable veinsbeneath my décolletage Dark dog hair onwhite wool Green...
Sugar Blizzard of the Wishful Thought by Alec Hirshman To shrink the yard to a kind of room,the town to a draft in a hall,there’s snow, lots of it. To figure myselfa shade, I flush behind a cigaretteand send my double-breath from the stoopto the smokestack....
Floorboards by Jack C. Buck Of course I agreed, how could I not? Martin died when Eva, William, and Francis died out there on McKinley road. The morning it happened, Martin phoned me to leave work and drive over. I remember how the point where two sides of a wall meet...
The Humpback’s Wardrobe by Timothy Day On Saturday I awoke to find five of my hangers bent, the hooks askew this way and that. The hooks of a humpback’s wardrobe, Alice called them when I told her. “How would that work?” I asked, trying to picture it....
