Suppose it Rained in Harmattan Suppose everything beneath this sky wasn’t dying of loneliness – or hunger. Suppose we sought a new God that cannot stand the sight of blood. Suppose there’s a new God in town, and nothing edible goes on...
The Prophet’s Digest
A visual piece by Regina Marie in collaboration with D Hake Brinckerhoff _____ (O responds to several male professors who implore O to calm down & convert to a more modern & sensible ‘oh’) By Regina Marie Solo I sing, O, you...
Two Poems by Andrew Shields
Accident The witness alleged that the tram was run down by an excited horse whose rider found he’d lost control too late to prevent the collision. _____ Crossing When you cross the river, look up if you can. There’s always...
Gig Economy
I am a person you can pay to outsource the in-person trolling of your long-distance nemeses. On Monday, I got paid enough to buy a sandwich for side-eyeing someone at a coffee shop. Yesterday, it was knocking someone’s ice cream onto the sidewalk...
A Trio of Erasures by Erin Murphy
HR Erasure: Policy on Clarity Use euphemisms. Be ambiguous. Choose your own definitions for words, your...
Circuitous
A great & maybe pensive blue heron in this black-glass office park stalks chill captive water solar -electric fountained to prevent stagnation & green blooms of lawn -rich algal slime the ponds rimmed meanderingly by asphalt walks &...
What’s Brittle
That place where it breaks—the faint hairline crack that snakes its spider web lines out in all directions, jigsawing sharp pieces out of what was once just a single thing: a window I have looked through forgetting the glass. The oak seen for weeks...
Sunshine and Sea Air
The water is yellow today, so Becca chooses the marigold placemats and beige dishes to coordinate, finishing with linen napkins and silver flatware (her pattern is Grand Baroque). She adjusts the place settings on the patio table overlooking the...
Damaged Goods
I Like eggs with brief craters, starburst damage masked, often, with plastic packaging, faults caused by mishandling, manipulated nature graded; any given woman. Oh, to be rogue, to know, to feel deep in the marrow’s soil that cracks do not equal...
Two Poems by Elena Karina Byrne
IT’S TIME DAMIEN HIRST DIED IN THE PILL BOX, in the hurt love of God, in the shark tank-same place you put yourself in danger, in secret, in the butterfly wing’s solace ripped from blue flight, motor-driven, paint-splattered loophole dial to...