Doug Paul Case Aubade with Brad Pitt on a Tractor this is long-haired Brad chiseledBrad when was he not Brad with the sun in his eyes & on his chest & glintingoff his belt buckle & between us & this is a distancethat seems farther than it […]
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Justin Carter And Science is a turtle that says that its own shell encloses all things1 Albanian scientists drink rye whiskey and claim the moon is not a moon anymore. We are circles of smoke in the eastern sky. Pluto is sad, still, which must be expected. Expect rows of dead corn, a researcher says. Dark spots […]
Leslie Marie Aguilar Creation Myth In this version, skin is a mask for Satan& corn tortillas are hostias of fire stacked on a rusted iron griddle. Here,my mother is Eve. Standing half-naked beside the ceramic sink in our kitchen,she washes a clay bowl with both hands. She whispers, a man can carry an applebetween his legs. […]
Anders Carlson-Wee Volunteer For a couple of years I volunteeredat the prosthetics center in the south wingof St. Mary’s Memorial. Every ThursdayI pushed the lab equipment up againstthe walls, mopped the floor, moved it back.I was basically a janitor, but they calledme a Lab Assistant, trying to make itsound important. All the patients whocame in […]
Zana Previti Gojira There is really no such thing as me:gorilla-whale. My suit, my skin, is fireproof,I think. I am happy, here inside, unseen. Keiko adjusts my mask, peers, asks, “Can you see?”I move like chains across a bed. I am the room.In here, there is no such thing as me. Rubber face, glue, hair […]
John Chapman The Boy Thing My mom told the therapist how I played with Barbiesas a child, pulling on tiny tights over their plastic hips and hackingaway hair that never grew back. She saton the worn leather sofa, her legs tightlycrossed and shaky fingers desperate for a cigaretteto soothe her knuckles, and said,“It’s not about […]
M.K. Foster Sandy Island Disappears from the World Atlas as You Speak to Your Father from the fever in your sleeping body, crossing yourself again and again as you turn away from me in the dark, as I say tell me what’s wrong, your shape marbled cold and soft in the damp light from the streets […]
Katharine Johnsen Subscription The caller ID read GOLF MAGAZINE and from the doorway I watched her answer. Golf Magazine doesn’t know they are trying to renew the subscription of a dead man. A loyal subscriber, organized packrat, he stacked back issues between the wall and the bed […]
Shelley Wong White Rabbit after Then She Fell When I sit before the empty frame I face a man. We are the audience as the Alices come between us. They lie back against each other like pages, blue touching blue. The dark-haired one […]
Kathleen Jones Death, Perceived Your friend Sarah dies days after we move in together. I imagine her in a room full of windows overcome by the sun, like a lemon chess pie on a glass diner stand. When she ends every molecule present ceases to move for a minute or more before the living turn […]
