I’m thinking, what would happen if I started masturbating on this subway car? It’s late. An African man next to me is reading the president’s book. Drinks tonight with an older poet who told me that Winnie the Pooh is the same as Homer Simpson and he is correct. I have been leaving space on […]
Issue 86
Steven Schutzman: Pablo and the Frogs
Pablo is dreaming about frogs the color of dirty motor oil. They are small with wrap-around grins and bulging eyes and there are thousands of them in the ditches flanking the road he is walking on. The frogs are jumping on each other either to get out of the ditch or because jump is what […]
Mary Di Lucia: The Pleasure of It
We left no footprints because we cleared them off after us, with mighty brooms. For the entire second half of the expedition, we walked backwards sweeping, facing what we were leaving reeling and unreeling. The meteors also moved left to right, a tribute. It was as if we were not there, that is how there […]