Birth Day by Kari Treese 1Ruby’s on the pier: cookies and creammilkshake—cold, thick, delicious. The long pier juts out over gray watersloshing toward the sand. A movie beginning soon. The waitress forgetsthe check. He drags me by the hand back down the long pier; I...
Instructions for Humility by David Gustavsen Go out in the early morning and catch the birds.As many as you can. Take them in your hands,careful not to crush their fragile chests. Later, you willpickle them, preserve them for others.But for now simply place them in...
Wi-Fi in a Museum by Hussain Ahmed I claim the debris, I claim the smokethere is no need to burden the binwith what is left of our pastthe ruins will someday have second-hand valuebroken platesstained with tomato pastes or blood in a dishwashersomeday, our shoes will...
Do You Know How Awful It Is? by Lucy Hitz My pussy smells like madnesslike laying down in the field togetherlooking at what we thoughtwas the Milky Way which you spottedand I felt nothingbut you didyou didyou didI tell myselfThat was the pillThat was the chemicalshow...
White Caps Spilt to Sea by E. Briskin If the sun moved, curved aspects would resolve thingness differently. To be the shadow itself would be simpler. Lying there lying there there in the oceansalt-thinking wave sifting paper squaring sand. The soprano, forgotten, sang...
The Great Bear by Jeanine Walker The bear with his wings.Its wings. I swear it is an it.I swear it has wings. This beartakes off from the groundnext to the creekwhere I see it not only preparingto hibernate but also crouching,drinking, lapping up its waterfrom the...
