The Wait

Joanna George   From the 28th day – from the red circled date in my calendar, I start my wait – my count with much devotion and worship, what more ? Fasting on papayas and pineapples, seasoned with sesame seeds and jaggery powder. I keep waiting for this hunger...

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Nolan Dannels   could have been a poet in another life but in this one, I’m giving up the ghost did everything wrong to make it all right because I like to think that’s what I want most came off another psychotic episode earlier this month...

I Am Fading Into My Own Untouchability

Ella Corder   It does feel good until it does not. You take a hairdryer to a frog until it’s pruned. You take forks to a yard until it’s plastic. A body the size of Kansas and you still don’t find the right place to touch it. Vented tents of breasts and you make...

When I’m Gone From You

Pat Tyrer   What will happen when we become you. Is it the end of mustard on pastrami when it hides from you behind the mayonnaise? Will the mate to your black sock continue to ride the shelf in the dryer. Will you wear your flannel shirt beyond donation and...

Bus Stop

Phoenix DeSimone   How do you do it? she asked me. Do what? Stay so happy when the world is crumbling around you? I took out my pack of smokes and a few quarters hit the ground. She reached out her bic, flicked it. A bus rolled by and splashed some water on the...

Park

Dale Booton   his mouth was like warm champagne    held me by his tongue and wouldn’t release me until I had released into him   the salted-sweetness he so craved    concealed   behind some bushes    the moon’s night a curtain to the sensitive act of...