angel mouth’s wings

Pascale Potvin   crushing pink chiffon, risen as a red oxygen your angel mouth’s wings Luciferian crashing curved cymbalic crashing; bed-framed art of missing kissing; the insides of our mouths missing in action, laying down our smiles and your smile it...

On the Anniversary of Our Wake

Emily Dillon   We loved indiscriminately, bought a house before it sold and our future hovered, infinitely. We shelved glass ducks to display intimacy in their bodies, see-through and cold, and we loved them indiscriminately for the promises symbolized...

Cooking with Love

J. Simon Harris   The smell of garlic, rosemary and thyme, the steam rising out from the boiling crock, the bubbling sauce, the rhythmic chopping knife, the chicken sizzling in the shallow pot. A breeze from the window blows across our hot wet brows, and we both...

Actaeon

Greg Sendi   As with shadows and reflections, so with portraits; they are often believed to contain the soul of the person portrayed. People who hold this belief are naturally loth to have their likenesses taken; for if the portrait is the soul, or at least a...

Bleeding Before the Draw

Devin Hamilton   Turn the music up as the car runs underneath the tunnel. Can you stay there Forever? The sunlight blinds when you emerge Birds fly off of a bridge, tackling 7:30 baby Blue sky Only Catholics awake this early Sunday And then there is us A pair of...