Touch Cockroaches are one of the only insects that actually like to be touched, are some of the only non-domesticated creatures that crave physical attention, aren’t comfortable unless they’re wrapped in the bodies of their companions, in the palm of your hand tucked deep in the bottom of a shoe or the folds of a […]
Read more "TOUCH – HOLLY DAY"Dumped I find a hole to live in, on 18th Street in Brooklyn. To pay for the dump, I get a job. I walk around the hours of the day— a magic trick—cups and balls. My roommates, a colony of cockroaches, just out of grad school, have been watching me for weeks. I shred or […]
Read more "2 POEMS – Gabriella Belfiglio"Here It Is Again Yeah, well, here it is again. It’s me dang birthday. Happy birthday to me. Happens every year, usually. Missed it once and was 22 For a year and ten months. My 23rd year was rather short. Now, I don’t worry ‘bout Counting them, they add up. Only one that bothered me […]
Read more "HERE IT IS AGAIN – DANIEL S. IRWIN"Continental Breakfast La Quinta Jackson, Mississippi There’s a sadness in heart-shaped waffles, in the cool flickering logs, in the tower of Styrofoam tended to by a brown person. There’s petroleum in the apparel, haircuts and politics of the others. There’s blunt force trauma in the space-age gravy, in the Fruit Loops from a wheel, in […]
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