Morning in Watertown, Noon on Quincy Street Green banana, three beeswax candles puddled on the bookcase, bodega at the end of the block, tenor sax billowing from the east, shoulder-length hair frizzy from the shower, anything you could conceivably want a block north/Three cabinets of curiosities here, two bookstores there, Mr. & Mrs. Bartely’s & […]Read more "Morning in Watertown, Noon on Quincy Street – John Repp"
THE LANGUAGE OF REEDS On that day, the eyes of the sky were open to each of his sins and uncertainties. The night before, drowning in drink, he called out the names of all who had ever loved him, begged for a bigger, longer talk with the gods of time. He found him self kneeling […]Read more "THE LANGUAGE OF REEDS – Martina Reisz Newberry"
BOOMERANG I want to hurry and die So I might have the chance to be Reincarnated. But not reincarnated as a different something, But me same old self, Well, not quite. Me, one sand granule wiser, Smart enough this time to hold my tongue, On that night we first went to room. […]Read more "BOOMERANG – Matt Cav"
The Beards Ignited Last night all the local beards ignited, burning off to expose faces gone unseen for months. The fires left the flesh unscorched, but the men blister with shame. We’re still masking ourselves against the virus worming its wormholes through the populace, so blushes decently conceal themselves so men […]Read more "The Beards Ignited – William Doreski"