By: Gary Glauber A tepid night invites possibility, a chance at significance, something temporal that might last beyond this happy moon’s slow journey. Imagination curves into persuasion as conscious singularity takes root, knitting the dark into webs of realization through forces…
By: Eryn King Freezing and numb, the world looked like it was beginning to fade away as darkness slowly took over my eye sight. Did I meet it–death I mean, the action or fact of dying or being killed; the end…
By: James Diaz I’d drive you to the coast but there’s ice in a bone I keep shadowed at night the floor creaks like the first chair moved awkwardly across the gymnasium floor of your first gathering of drunks I want…
By: Mileva Anastasiadou That night, we shared our last dinner as a family. Since then, I’ve shared many meals with my mother, yet the family seemed incomplete, as my father was not among us. I can understand his reasons now that…
By: Melissa Oshiro Going to sleep is important, though you think you can stay up to watch the sunrise. Dinner should not be eaten at four in the morning, nor should it be your first meal. The night is not the…
By: Joan McNerney Slides under door jambs pouring through windows painting my room black. This evening was spent watching old movies. Song and dance actors looping through gay, improbable plots. All my plates are put away, cups hanging on hooks….
By: Sam Rapth She was very tall, say five feet, 8. A short skirt desperately tried to hide her fleshy assets. Her t-shirt struggled to keep those two white rabbits of hers in place. How many such beautiful snapshots could…