In those days, a milkman serving Comanche Drive in Kettering delivered clink-clanking bottles from his bubble-shaped truck.… Read More “THE SIMPLE TRUTH ABOUT THE DISAPPEARANCE OF MILKMEN by Roy Bentley”

Video footage from December 2008 captured an exchange of I love yous  which proves that I was good at pretending in front of the camera.   By 2009 I was abandoned in Vegas without a phone, ID, or money at a club we waited for hours to get into which you got kicked out of for threatening a bartender another patron me.   I wandered out drunk walked the strip wandered back in to loiter about the nickel slots in search of change.… Read More “MY DIVORCE IS A DEAD BUG TRAPPED IN THE LIGHT FIXTURE IN MY SHOWER by Shyla Shehan”

Pool… Vengeful sun relentless knowing how it emanates solar radiation cruelly deviant knowing that each of us radiates infinitely pulse pulse it’s a wave rave gamma, x, radio and ultraviolet piercing bloated brains sizzling pig fat on the spit like Sylvia I know that “Dying Is an art, like everything else.… Read More “THIS BODY HAS TASTED CHERNOBYL SHAKEN NOT STIRRED by Mark Hammerschick”

The death winter came and was deepWith white on the purple mountainThe Tiwahe’, the Standing Rock PeopleBegged for warm fires from Iktinie the Sun SpiritOur mouths were hungry and bodies were weak  Iya’ the Snow Monster had taken us farther to the southTo follow Capa the Beaver SpiritA long journey into early winter’s nightFor there was much labor to keep warm in our Thipi’Our mouths were hungry and bodies were weak  When Iwoblu the Winter Storm whispered his cold storyTo the Aicita, the Ghost MessengerShe tricked Mathohota the Grizzly Spirit with her wailingTo haunt the sky with growling windsOur mouths were hungry and bodies were weak  The Wahupakoza escaped on icy feathersStirring the winds with their flight of fearsAnd within the SunOthi’ earth dens, the wolves Sungmanitu’Howled with their starvationOur mouths were hungry and bodies were weak  The stone figured buffalo, Wankan Tanka’s, blood was cursedWith ice and their coats were bitten with HeyumkaMothers were caged in the hard frost, while their calves fell and diedOur mouths were hungry and bodies were weak  Gleska Wowayazan, the spotted sickness, harvested our soulsWe were prisoners of Wichat A’ the sickness that takes allOur boldest warriors, Zuya Whichsa’ were taken from usTo follow the Wanagi’, the spirits of departed human beingsFar to the Milky Way to stand before Hihankara’ the judge of soulsOur mouths were hungry and bodies were weak  We mourned and chanted for the loss of our children Wasigla’!And… Read More “THE LAST WINTER OF THE GHOST ROAD by Lonna Blodget”