Lucifer Harps on Beauty by Brad Crenshaw As we know, the world is fucking magical.Let’s say one night cominghome late the way it’s always beenafter a gig playing bass, standupbass, which itself is a talent worthhaving even before the literarycritic in his beers tipped...
If I Drink the Violets, by Ronda Piszk Broatch you must hold the glass, in case I become a fever of absence. In my old version of creation, our cosmos was birthed by another cosmos. Which makes me fortunate, otherwise Johnny Rotten would never have let me on...
Eating Frogs by Derek Otsuji We brought them home live in a gunny sackthat bulged and moved as the frogs kicked inside.When dad went in the house to get the cleaverand cutting board, he gave me the sack to hold.When he came back, I opened the sack’s mouth.He reached...
paige by Brenna Womer when i wasa little girl,i had a friendnamed paige;she wasthe first timei realizeda commonnoun couldalso be aproper one. i went homewith paigeand her motherafter schoolonce, and inthe car shesaid her parentswere gettinga divorce. in her room,i...
epigenetics or: the names we were given by Nicole V. Basta when anna stands between her father at her feet like barleyin spring and her mother, a seed, being carried away to a fieldof disappearing, beneath her is land already fertilized by power when the sky is green,...
You are who you owe yourself to by Guillermo Rebollo Gil There’s this part in the Larry Levis documentary where they ask the former foreman of his father’s farm what Larry was like, whether he liked to work out in the field with the Mexican men who worked on his...
