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 […]Read more "Continental Breakfast La Quinta Jackson Mississippi – Tim Staley"