Teenage Landlord by Philip Schaefer Yes, you are the king of your country, but the country shimmers soft pewter, not gold. The confit feasts must be microwaved, the moat must be plumbed. Your breath smells like a C + w/a hint of soccer practice. Let me teach you about...
Peacock by Michael Rogner My mother sends cards with sneaking birds ready to slip forth like this one titled Peacock painted by a child trying not to die from cancer. The peacock has one huge eye backwardly reflecting these strange colors looming. Purple molars and...
The Midwinter by Erwin Ponce The fallen snow was as crestfallenas a mimicry of crestfallen snow.The falling snow was falling like rain,like listlessly falling rain. We dream that things keep falling apartand things keep falling apart. Sometimes Manila is sad...
Housesitting by Deirdre Lockwood You had to turn down Swampy Dog Road.An old New England farmhouse, set back from the road. Too many books,Moroccan rugs, furniture inherited or acquired. A poster of Amelia Earhart:Women Fly. That summer we took care of it while your...
When Will She Ever by Melissa Studdard O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall —Gerard Manley Hopkins Life arranged through appointments,nightfall, small tasks. Not oceanmind. Not blazonbrute or valor. Brooding onlythe pen capfrom which the writing...
Aphorism 42: If You Were As Innocent As You Pretend To Be We’d Never Get Anywhere by John Blair Sin is its own reward whereveryou find it & in whatever darkness; when you’re slapped you’ll take itand like it Sam Spade saysin The Maltese...
