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...
Dawn by Joi Haskins Like milk in the mouth, the sky is infantile, each cloud a bubble, each disappearance east and west a corner of the lips; this is a thirsty world, and the ticking is its gurgle. Joi Haskins Joi Haskins is a poet and medical student from...
Oneirophobia by Josh Bettinger Oneirophobia All of this will be yours one dayhe whispersat his daughter and waves to a library of records, books. In the street outsidea man tries to fight a bus with a penknife and for all of the music halting this citya flare...
The Low Tide Nocturnes by Daniel Brennan 1. At High Tea, they take turns. They devour one another in a bathroom stall, crammed in its clown-car tightness. One says less teeth and the other merely sings his libidinous submission. I listen as they trade miracles, as a...
The Stranger by Virginia Watts By the light of an open-hearth fire, Garth squeezes the contents of his coat pocket. It is not unusual for him to keep his coat on after a long, frigid walk home from the tavern. Takes time to warm the deepest bones. Even if his mother...
