Monthly Archives: January 2012
Four Poems by Brittany Sager
Entry No. 1 i met my alter ego the other day she was sitting on a metal bench with pink gum crusted on the top of it somewhere between Columbus Circle and Times Square and she was sitting on the
Four Poems by Brittany Sager
Entry No. 1 i met my alter ego the other day she was sitting on a metal bench with pink gum crusted on the top of it somewhere between Columbus Circle and Times Square and she was sitting on the
Three Poems by Letson Williams
chinese translation # 13 cut and visit the sea often i can do it the truth is there it is a talented teacher fierce but fringe chinese translation #17 did happiness hit you on your way to the gate the
Three Poems by Letson Williams
chinese translation # 13 cut and visit the sea often i can do it the truth is there it is a talented teacher fierce but fringe chinese translation #17 did happiness hit you on your way to the gate the
“An Edifying Moment” by Tim Livingston
I didn’t want to go to the brunch but my wife insisted, and no matter how much I dislike Daniel I didn’t think it was worth making this into anything contentious. I let her hear about it though, and she
“An Edifying Moment” by Tim Livingston
I didn’t want to go to the brunch but my wife insisted, and no matter how much I dislike Daniel I didn’t think it was worth making this into anything contentious. I let her hear about it though, and she
“Sequence I: On Romance” by Douglas W. Milliken
[“Sequence I” was originally published in the short-story collection White Horses, released by Nada Publishing in 2010.] We spent the night in Italy. In a hotel whose proportions seemed almost cartoonish, each floor boxy and narrow but stacked like stones in
“Sequence I: On Romance” by Douglas W. Milliken
[“Sequence I” was originally published in the short-story collection White Horses, released by Nada Publishing in 2010.] We spent the night in Italy. In a hotel whose proportions seemed almost cartoonish, each floor boxy and narrow but stacked like stones in
“that time we got high and i disappeared for a while” by Michael Koh
I got high and saw a green cartoony squirrel with a headband holding a bomb over its head while it had a evil smile and a cigarette in its mouth on a brick wall on this really tall building that
“that time we got high and i disappeared for a while” by Michael Koh
I got high and saw a green cartoony squirrel with a headband holding a bomb over its head while it had a evil smile and a cigarette in its mouth on a brick wall on this really tall building that
Three Apollo Poems by tree turtle
Just bust, twisting, one arm off, half a face & thick curls, all white white───no: gray white gray like kindergarten newsprint, rough, so many times used & if he had both arms he would lean, one hip out, cool like
Three Apollo Poems by tree turtle
Just bust, twisting, one arm off, half a face & thick curls, all white white───no: gray white gray like kindergarten newsprint, rough, so many times used & if he had both arms he would lean, one hip out, cool like
“Twenty-two” by Rhys Leyshon Evans
And I guess when you’re in your early twenties it’s easy to fall in love or lust. But hopefully love. Especially when you don’t have much money and living on a diet that would make a doctor shudder. I am
“Twenty-two” by Rhys Leyshon Evans
And I guess when you’re in your early twenties it’s easy to fall in love or lust. But hopefully love. Especially when you don’t have much money and living on a diet that would make a doctor shudder. I am
“you know it’s time for you to go” by Letson Williams
in thecompany of corpses three nights three times three and then it’s upto me theydon’t say anything theyaren’t listening but oneshifted andturned in the night i woke with astart asked ‘is everything allright?’ before
“you know it’s time for you to go” by Letson Williams
in thecompany of corpses three nights three times three and then it’s upto me theydon’t say anything theyaren’t listening but oneshifted andturned in the night i woke with astart asked ‘is everything allright?’ before
“the past year” by Patrick Riedy
here, we came to be afraid, vulnerable together the snow, outside imagined still cold beautifully buffalo with no sense of things instead, breathe to be wholly unlike the snow speak, reveal small presents of speech heat cold crawls up mohawk
“the past year” by Patrick Riedy
here, we came to be afraid, vulnerable together the snow, outside imagined still cold beautifully buffalo with no sense of things instead, breathe to be wholly unlike the snow speak, reveal small presents of speech heat cold crawls up mohawk
Four Poems by Jerrod Edson
the trumpeter the bullshit of the battle had long since gone the trumpeter was dead— shot in the arm many were missed and mourned that day but not the trumpeter— he was an asshole anyway someone even pissed on him
Four Poems by Jerrod Edson
the trumpeter the bullshit of the battle had long since gone the trumpeter was dead— shot in the arm many were missed and mourned that day but not the trumpeter— he was an asshole anyway someone even pissed on him
