Seen from below, a white five-petal flower; in fact, an artist whose medium is air, who combs it with these pale palette knives hour on hour, stirring the room, and taking care to keep this slow whirlpool in circulation. It gives you the chills, like an erotic spouse. If you increase the speed of its […]
Issue 100
Jory Mickelson: the sleeping field waited
for the sun’s increase, the grass to greet the birds, the birds circled their nests all night, stars lodged in their midway skies of grass & mud, the sun releasing dark from its pegs how to explain it? a clasping and unclasping of the day hook and unbutton, when the reed felt it circled itself […]
Vasiliki Katsarou: Waited
you waited with me as the house next door emptied of its guests, then its owners, fairy tale turned animal farm minted with ash and wishes you were my kitchen elf my second thought my echo’s echo cocked ear, cracked oasis your absorbent embered orbs that morning of the supermoon setting behind the barn you were […]
Micheline Maylor: She tells me,
She tells me, The toilet in the basement has belched up and over its intestinal wreckage, drained-stained the floor like a party goer dunked up and shaken sober. In my new office, I’ve become the scapegoat for my grandmother’s guilt. I’ve become a beacon of success. I hardly pick up the phone anymore. She tells […]
Alicia Askenase: Planet’s Climate Reversal in Spite of Itself and What Lies Outside of Itself
It’s raining iguanas In the In God We Trust state, plopping From trees, not dead, playing dead, when temperature Falls below 50, sluggish, under 40, blood stops moving. Whatever you do, don’t touch them! They have a good chance if you push them into the sun. Somebody will prod one with his pool skimmer So […]
Abraham Smith: They Paint
They Paint themselves with mud and the afterlives of certain pondy ass plants and they accomplice ‘at with a whole lot of throwing stoop and pitch stoop and pitch it stoop pitch hey what you can’t see can feel it falling but there again you threw it so you are […]