An imposing edifice, an iconic set of steps.… Read More “TREX AND THE ASTRONAUT by Rebecca LaFontaine-Larivee”

I Magnificent Africa.… Read More “COME SEE THE GRAVE OF CECIL RHODES by Andre Peltier”

They know what they’re doing Putting windows above sinks Or sinks under windows For when our hands are sudsy The mind likes to wander.… Read More “KITCHEN SINK by Leslie Hinson”

I stand (a flower dripping rain off petals to roots   as we hang the man who built the gallows, and   I bite my fist to save my tongue) an emotional   amputee, sifting the sky for someone to rely on or at least someone to blame stopped   in the middle of the street, brain tangled like cold sheets gazing like a gravestone feeling gloriously temporary.… Read More “I STAND by Joe Volpe”

i.  it’s happy hour friday night time for small talk   i lace up combat boots  zip my slight self into a lycra  knockoff   doesn’t matter which one as long as i shimmer   ii.   later in the back  of everyone-knows- my-name bar my dress           seams screaming   black buttons       between breastbones burst blacker   wish they were less                         breakable   sees you   iii.   on cue i join you grab a shoulder              the one not offered   espy erasers on ends of chopsticks  eating sushi    words spill  from cheap plastic cups  splintering between us   forgetting we are no longer we   i ask if erasing me was as easy  as swallowing the shrimp roll  no one erased you—  we stopped writing you  in ink  couldn’t be certain who was going to show up    sad mandy   manic mandy   as if i had any more choice  than sunset has a choice  not to slam the door  on daylight    iv.   i wait for you to digest   mix saltwater in my martini  so i can wash down  voyeuristic views knowing more than my shrink    your eyes jump  across the teetering cocktail table   pluck paper from some soggy fortune cookie dripping mayo clinic wisdom,             stop existing like this             stop gratifying sadness .… Read More “I KEEP ASKING MY LITTLE BLACK DRESS WHY SHE IS CRYING UNTIL SHE SLAPS ME by Andi Kaufman Horowitz”

In puddles I search for reflections, Counting colours as water becomes Her own palette, Paper, Her own bruise of blue.… Read More “THE ARTIST by Emmy White”

Large warehouse.… Read More “CORK SHOES by Lawrence Bridges”

  Motherlands, Fatherlands, Holy Lands, Promised Lands, Homelands, Dirty Hands!… Read More “NON-IDENTITARIAN EXCEPTIONALISM by Kevin James”

Cut the paper.… Read More “PANDEMIC by Sharon Lee Snow”

reechoed in my urine soaked sheets   as I thought the lights blinking red and blue flying outside my window shade   were UFO’s for in the 1970’s   that was a thing on TV and in movies   greys probed in the third kind   and where the neighboring Humdinger   dive bar pilots drank from the nearby base   next to the Stop n Go where I stole   Butterfingers cinnamon sticks and candied cigarettes   nuclear weapons aimed red east rest on seal’d beaches