Some Friday night, it might be worth a try: after a glass or two of French, a page or more of some ambitious book, let go into the couch. When you wake up, lights on, at 3 am, not sure just where, or who you are, assume you’ve died, a ghost, for the first time, […]
Poetry 102
David Landon: Bach, Onomatopoeia, and the Wreck
For all we knew, it was a random chunk of interstellar rock, the rear-end crash that brought us to a halt. Dinner was out, of course, and the Bach too, I realized, feeling it in my neck, and standing there in the rain, examining my totaled car, the guilty driver soaked, in tears. The cops […]
Hillary Adler: We Must Be Animals
I just walked by two feral cats having sex next to four bags of trash & I was jealous I want to be feral with someone just for once in my life & not care who sees me or even just get hot & naked into bed or out of bed with anybody anywhere to […]
Karolina Zapal: Good and Tired
This isn’t the I love you I want from you, nor the I love you you want from my mother. This isn’t the obligatory I love you too, like the refrain of a dead-end street, though surely there was a sign warning you near the distraction of a wooden swing’s yaw. This isn’t the I […]
RC deWinter: lean and hungry
as i lean in the doorway on an almost autumn nightlistening to crickets telling their usual lies i’m married to the doorframebecause my last dependable lover is listening to crickets telling their usual liesi grow hungry for more because my last dependable lover is servant to the starsi grow hungry for morereality is servant to […]
Lillo Way: isolation consolation
we’re staggering now, just slightly and we like it caught out of time, out of rhythm, way off rhyme letting go of gravity, falling into the dance, not a big solo, no, it’s a household’s square-ish round dance. take hands, raise a glass, a bottle, your arms, thatch a canopy for family to pass under […]