Issue: 2017

The cousin of aleph and ayan and name and creation, A for the apple, on the branch in the garden The one you know well, with the snake and the tree. A for forgetting, as in Alzheimers, aphasia, and anonymously me.   Believe me, it’s true: In the b … Continue Reading

Not to bless, but desiccate instead the hot spit on lips shaping hate suddenly at center. The confused backing away, backs now together wanting a blessing on pins & posts, the placards & uncertain plans, questions, answers, the demands. Yes, a … Continue Reading

We are working in boxes stacked up on wire, pulling our eyes closer together. I’m writing you to confess to my failures as I brew in the cracked tea pot on the window sill, Teetering between the snow and a steamy room with two moon faces. Let’s have a … Continue Reading

We are working in boxes stacked up on wire, pulling our eyes closer together. I’m writing you to confess to my failures as I brew in the cracked tea pot on the window sill, Teetering between the snow and a steamy room with two moon faces. Let’s have a … Continue Reading

Cowpokes spun lasso diction across a white girl’s youth. Storefronts seemed larger than they were just as what I presented was flat. A mustache on one man’s lip stood for passion, on another’s meant death. What was I to do with the heavy weight of skir … Continue Reading

Equis swore sharply under their breath as their shoe caught on some sharp bit of metal twisting from the floor, scuffing the leather off their boots and knocking them off balance. “You okay?” Yi called back from the entrance of the old hallway. “Peachy … Continue Reading