Thirst Phoebe Tsang Coyote can’t get the women out of his mind: how they stood waist-deep in the river, long hair skimming ripples cast by grazing fingers, the hint of buttocks beneath the surface, smooth and tawny as sun-warmed sand—so inviting, his toes curl. * The first three times Coyote threw his eyeballs up into…
Treaty about the Dimension of Joint Viewing Nikolai Leskov’s The Enchanted Wanderer: In Search of the Holder of Content (on the Ocean of Perception with or without You) Arnie Bodette I. I’m Gone, I’m Gone, You See If you view a film consisting of randomly shot footage—scenes of the everyday life without “me for you”—it…
Northern Mockingbird Rae Hoffman Jager That one bird, the one that sounds like a broken bicycle tire—visible for only the brief moment mom leans her head back to exhale an extravagant billow of smoke. The bird with the legs of two aluminum nails. The bird we watch together from the porch, mom’s hands the…
I let them drift away Andrew P. Dillon ———I apologize for ———the eyes in my head. ————Yusef Komunyakaa The more I learn about brains, the less I trust them. They make a lot of decisions about what you see without consulting you. They’re trying to save you the pain of not knowing, so maybe…
Rearrangements Vojislav Pejović – for Svetlana Lukić and Svetlana Vuković True or not, I credit the two of us, Kate and myself, for developing the whole concept of cryptofucking. It would go like this: on any given propitious occasion—an unseasonably warm evening like this one, for example, after meeting at the station and almost colliding…
