A Story in Which I Look Good
If he feels pushed, he will turn into a bull, a storm. If the world is not careful, he will lower his horns. I am not sure the men… More
Red Storm Days
Twenty-four descriptions of the future: / Champagne after a trip in a carriage, / Discontents without civilization, / A bizarre light will unsteady the air More
The Cripple’s Last Dance
Dance, like any other art, is a form of worship, you see. One false move can break that fragile link between you and your god. I lost my legs. More
Four Poems by Wong May
Today again / The Pastoral / sounds like a funeral march / : the dream of / a statesman / waking up in heaven / Bearing with… More
I Loved Earth Years Ago
I no longer call his death in Tennessee a murder I call it an execution, executed for being queer. It happened over a dozen years ago and few believed… More
From “Agnes the Elephant”
There is a man and a woman in the kitchen fighting / over which of the two of them get to keep their / son. The man is leaving… More
Three Poems by Dora Malech
Lay a waste from out thy ode. / What to do after you slay me? // Start anew, lifeless. / Start a new life, less // servant to order… More
Six Poems by Michael Keenan
An 8th of a / tank of gas, a / day // old loaf of / bread, what / more could anyone / ask // for out of /… More