Fog Can’t Deter Saturday Waking by Dan Raphael

By the time to go is gone Sun between windows numbers deciding their shapes Two crows in sync & constant distance or my eyes arent talking to each other As the song on the clock radio keeps going after the alarms turned off Picturing the over- and under-tones of this exhale as my ears breathe, as my eyes off-gas Do dreams evaporate or just crumble … Continue reading Fog Can’t Deter Saturday Waking by Dan Raphael

A Middle Sized Ohio Town by Joseph Buehler

(In a middle sized Ohio town a waitress kicks a dirty fork back into the kitchen.) The Present is an unsmiling disheveled Minnesota giant who stands behind a door holding a sledgehammer in one hand and a bottle of Jim Beam in the other. The Past is an overweight mathematician who accidentally drops his chalk. When he bends over to retrieve it the students in … Continue reading A Middle Sized Ohio Town by Joseph Buehler

I called my grandma… by Zeke Greenwald

I called my grandma on the phone To ask about the news: Her neighborhood was down the lives Of some a dozen Jews. There’s a funeral today, and then Another one tomorrow; On Thursday they’ll still inter The victims of the sorrow. On Friday, Grandma goes once more To a funeral, Back in the day Shirley was Her neighbor after all. “Friday is really kind … Continue reading I called my grandma… by Zeke Greenwald

it wouldn’t be Los Angeles without the Hondurans by Francisco Orozco

For the Central American Refugee Caravan Montreal, Canada 2:00AM November 2018 As if Tijuana wasn’t alive with all these thousands of bruises. All these sunrises and mariachis have taught us that our houses have shoes on. No American dream just enough beans and rice to get by. Our father will have paint or dirt stains on his jeans at our graduation ceremony. Kisses are more … Continue reading it wouldn’t be Los Angeles without the Hondurans by Francisco Orozco

USA! by Steve Denehan

We knew they were American the moment they emerged and began trudging toward the pool we knew, not because of the aloof tilt of the father’s chin nor their accent, ricocheting flatly between apartment blocks it was the Stars and Stripes bikini that gave it away and the matching Stars and Stripes swimming shorts on father and son the father, an enormous man, booming of … Continue reading USA! by Steve Denehan

Car Door by Steve Denehan

Some people cannot bear to be alone those people are missing the point today I was alone, gloriously the kitchen thirstily drank in the flaming light of this Indian summer an Indian summer that had waited, calmly to announce itself in the depths of October I got drunk on the sweetness of that unexpected sunshine saw myself stretched in carnival shadows along warm carpet and … Continue reading Car Door by Steve Denehan

Melissa Broder’s The Pisces: The Fisherman and His Soul It Is Not

At the core of Melissa Broder’s still all too scant body of work (primarily the essay collection, So Sad Today) is a constant obsession with the human need to fill holes. Whether that translates to a woman literally filling her vag hole with as many dicks as possible or, well, no, that’s really Lucy’s–the “protagonist” of The Pisces–only bread and butter, her sole means toward … Continue reading Melissa Broder’s The Pisces: The Fisherman and His Soul It Is Not