Issue 97

I pulled a pair of my wife’s underwear from our dog’s ass. Yes, a number of my days have begun like this. It is early. The city is soft. The sky looks like sugar-water. All the east-facing windows catch fire. In their secrets, people are waking cotton-mouthed and empty- handed and reaching. Each day begins […]

  Dock Ellis throws a no hitter on acid, 1970   Ever since I got called Up to the Big Dream Leaving it’s the wound I got to plug now and then. Fear of failure is a Terrible drug, worse Than any bad trip, Especially when I step up To any fanged White Who wants […]

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  explaining gently that women fought for my right to do so, I become the Gihon River rising after rain, a birch tree telling me that I have a base of stones. I know the stones. I know without them I’m not a river. But see this big rock beneath the bridge? See the water […]

  I come to you in all seriousness, reverent as a turtleneck—I am graceless but I am not depraved. I went to synagogues for a year because I had lost God   and was trying to find Him, following clues with my comically oversized magnifying glass held up to my giant eye, lashes collapsing like […]

  I was in-between emotions, the night a tube sock of doom! Well probably just boredom! Also that heat! It was the hinge of my life maybe, how do I know until the end what the middle was and why not that night in Barstow the butt crack of California in a Super 8 alone […]