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Non Omnis Moriar

Non Omnis Moriar

by Chyna Parker A field of almond trees like dendrites reaching towards their cessation balancing in the wind between grave site grape vines and wood chips. Dwarfed lakes snake between hills and valleys to die, river beds bake and cook under the arid sun and the cattle with their dirt–brown tillage sold to the east […]


Consolation

Consolation

by Jack Freeman There is a spot that I am sure of, incredibly, in this world, where we will never arrive. -César Vallejo, “Trilce” That spot is here, in sight of the Spanish as they sought Osage gold. Without an astrolabe or sand glass, landed meridian was a dotted line which succumbed to river bends— […]


Ruminations on CK

Ruminations on CK

by Jack Freeman for Tyler I. I bought the book used from a shop downtown in February when we had class and read gibberish from some slim volume that told us how to be a poet. The book I bought was secret out of false necessity. Its lines grew mile-wide and played like a twelve-string […]


My Lineage Is Pure, As Delicate as Quebracho Wood

My Lineage Is Pure, As Delicate as Quebracho Wood

by Alejandra Castillo I come from a long line of cheap lipstick smeared over cantina walls. When the neighbors aren’t pointing and whispering “puta” they are whispering “bruja” or “bitch.” When the neighbors aren’t pointing and whispering “puta” surely my mother is. Binding my sexuality in unshaven legs, a unibrow, sweat suits, bowl haircuts. But […]


Jane Says

Jane Says

by Winsome Charter Jane says she’s leaving Sergio in Boston and starting a new life in Providence. Jane says Lacan is right: We’re doomed to the arc of romantic love–the intense role-playing at the outset, the wonder at discovering our soul mate, followed by bitter disappointment. Jane says she’s chronic. Jane says she loves the […]


Upon the Discovery of the Existence of Another Golden Calf

Upon the Discovery of the Existence of Another Golden Calf

by Holly Day This is how God must have felt looking down at His people dancing around the golden calf when they thought His back was turned, surreptitiously kissing fist-sized idols shoved deep in their pockets when they thought He wasn’t looking whispering heresy in one anothers ears lies about other true gods that were […]


Ghost Father Father

Ghost Father Father

by Holly Day Late at night, I swear I can still feel the impact of his papacy, looming in the corner of the house, an altar intact but bloody. Low, quiet, tongue lolling in displeasure, I met my end at the dinner table every night. Anger doled out with blessings over bread, as I wriggled […]


A Week’s Reading of the Newspaper

A Week’s Reading of the Newspaper

by Norman Dubie —April 30, 2016 Colonel Richthosen sucking sauce off ribs worries that the condor’s blue shadow is on his ceiling again, snippets of morphine broken on the floor with the dead carpenter’s bare light bulb showing images of luftwaffe plucking from the firestorm the very lungs of the children of Guernica— then, of […]


An I.R.S. Official from Houston Visits the Blood on a Stone Stylus:

An I.R.S. Official from Houston Visits the Blood on a Stone Stylus:

by Norman Dubie —for C. Marcus, I hope you like these two postcards: the three heaps of pastel sheep manure are not an azure I consider adequate to the browning of sunlight, but the green lawns are, and to be here at Palenque with mayan gardeners seated on their broad gasoline mowers is just such […]


NOT A SPAGHETTI MINIMALIST’S SACK / OF WRITS AND CHITS, NOT THE MOVIE WITH A DEAD BEARD IN IT…

NOT A SPAGHETTI MINIMALIST’S SACK / OF WRITS AND CHITS, NOT THE MOVIE WITH A DEAD BEARD IN IT…

by Norman Dubie His sister’s half-cousin with frothy breasts comes in from the tennis court and is thinking his last movie suffered an embargo of cops and uniformed what-nots, she thought to herself that the gratuitous blood just this once was enigmatic like the two drying ropes of chinese noodles that ran from the station […]


Eels in the Fridge

Eels in the Fridge

by Dorothy Chan When I ordered the eel donburi at dinner, I thought about my childhood night terrors of five-year-old me opening the fridge, finding eels where the eggs go, each little eel biting my fingers, as eggplants, cucumbers, udon noodles turn into eels, serpentine in motion, sexy the way a woman slithers in a […]


Sonnet XXI: A Boar Has Escaped the Hong Kong Zoo

Sonnet XXI: A Boar Has Escaped the Hong Kong Zoo

by Dorothy Chan It’s 8 PM, time for weird romances and suspense on Hong Kong primetime TV. We’ve finished our dinner cooked by Grandpa, and fixate on Concubine Conflict, a period drama: the emperor’s mistresses of an early Chinese dynasty. Some concubines get along, some don’t. The favorite, the top of the food chain hates […]


Swing

Swing

by Ed Harkness It’s that sensation of plunge and rise, of growing heavy and light and heavy and light, of forward-leaning and backward-leaning, legs tucked, legs thrust out, the one second of weightlessness, toes pointed at clouds, neck craned, head ground-ward back-tipped, hair swept to and fro, brushing the dust, the iron links cold and […]


Bat in Daylight

Bat in Daylight

by Ed Harkness So balletic are his leaps and swoops, his gray-brown 4-inch wings so agile he seems an angel, a scrap of crepe fallen from an aspen, slightly daft as if attached to clear fishing line tied to a girl’s finger. He traces filigrees above the pump house, near my heap of pine rounds, […]


Gloria Patri

Gloria Patri

by Barbara Jane Reyes glory be to the father who oversees your virtue your bodily fluids your menstrual cycles your engorged glands glory be to the father the son is always preferred glory be to the father of a bridled and properly wived you a penetrable you a bleeding breeder a penned beast dispensed to […]


Orasyon

Orasyon

by Barbara Jane Reyes 1. María santisima, maravillosa She is a fissure, an excess María, aming ina imakulada She is an absence manifest María divina, mahal na diwa She is a myth, a missing thing María, isang niña embarazada She is blistering, she is stilled 2. Mother most filled and giving Kayo’y perla del mar […]


Todavía

Todavía

by Chip Livingston –for Lauren there you are still in the shape of your life barefoot by the sea, deep-breathed, straight-backed, and turning toward the photographer. fire, earth, water, and the air a wind blowing your black babydoll shift full, as if you are … dare we even go there? … pregnant. and really pregnant. […]


Blood Lines

Blood Lines

by Stella Reed

Before I am born I live
in the bodies of women
like tatted lace whose spindled fingers drink tea from
the Afon Taf
and hide a purse…


Finding the Language of Humiliation

Finding the Language of Humiliation

by Lauren Camp You begin a sentence. The words step out of your mouth, firm and convinced, but stop. (Or are stopped.) You begin a cloud. You begin to chew on gravity. The car rattles. You begin to gather your belongings. You begin to remove your clothes. You begin to shake, to feel the water […]


Ghosts

Ghosts

by Paige Buffington You only talk about events or people that hurt you once. Then, you let them rest— I know you’ve been taught this one, too. Because we spoke of teachings that afternoon just before the shells filled with rainwater— just before you pulled me, soaking, toward you, toward the quiver-filled house. You may […]


In the Anatomical Museum: Bologna, Italy

In the Anatomical Museum: Bologna, Italy

by Sally Ashton 1. A gallery of wax figures, medical anomalies captured by Italy’s finest artists in the 18th century working from live models and cadavers. The complete but perforated esophagus of a sword swallower, sword intact, trachea and lungs attached. A wax bust, face disfigured by small pox, skin bubbled like oatmeal. A woman […]


22

22

by Elizabeth Jacobson All that summer I marched around Manhattan braless. I wore a white tank top silk-screened with a seagull and my nipples raised the tips of its wings toward the sky. Auden was dead, but I swear I saw his ghost shuffling along St. Mark’s Place, in slippers, chewing on a piece of […]


Mind-Blowing

Mind-Blowing

by Elizabeth Jacobson Remember how huge I looked in that hideous melon colored dress, the lavender lily print splattered on like giant food stains, and how mind-blowing the sex was? Every tissue inside me swollen to plum ripeness. We outdid ourselves that first year, two babies taking root – it was as if a garden […]


Recollect

Recollect

by Jamie Cattanach I went the opposite direction on the ramp we almost crashed on yesterday. Southbound, I remember the dream: your careful counter-steering fails. The metal dividers we so narrowly avoided cascade into us like water, make us water. All my dreams are close to the surface now. Mundane things: paying bills. Exaggerations: my […]