By: Joseph Grant The venerable old Grand Central Market was as good a place to meet as any, thought Eddie Ruggerio. It had been on Grand Street for almost a decade on […]
Story: The Heist of San Rafael
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Poem: Zin’s 14th Street Demo
By: Kyle Hemmings We are glitter-puppies in a dance temple of extended happy hour truths. Some of us will die in our distressed jeans. Who is the closet lipster with too many au […]
Poem: The Music Room
By: Kyle Hemmings At work, her father fights a losing war with paper men. Home, Zin imagines wind scorpion women without musical sense, exoskeletons in the morning, left-overs of love. Some […]
Poem: They Could Almost Breathe as One
By: Kyle Hemmings Her new step-mom keeps losing herself in supermarkets, especially in the aisle that sells kitty litter or retractable dog leashes. She loves little dogs & homeless cats & admits freely […]
Poem: Dueling With The Snowman
By Richard King Perkins II He squats naked and glorious. He does not move. Intimidated, everything comes to him. Light, substance, power. The naïve, the curious, the envious. It’s true and utterly transparent. […]
Poem: Where Does it Hurt
By Richard King Perkins II Where does it hurt when cardboard walls collapse in a sodden pile around you, snuffing the candle soaking a scrounged meal and your only change of rags? […]
Poem: foretold
By: Christopher Mulrooney the humpbacked whales you shouted in my ear as we ran along the highway something about the humpbacked whales over and over again
Poem: Una Vida Sin Amor
By: Brenna Deane The dark moon, a burnt out light bulb A translucent orb of molding cheese Cool light, sour life, quiet hum, dusty surface, bitter aroma Wide eyes absorb the […]
Poem: love like winter
By: Linda M. Crate your eyes are the cruel garters of the sea, eroding away all sense of ego or self you see past me through me as if i am the […]
Poem: Lullaby
By: Alex Bernstein I’m on his shoulders. We’re at the beach. Playing in sawdust. Smiling in the ambiance of sweet nectarine sounds. Lapping on orange jungle gyms, in Batesville offices, […]
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