La Vida No Vale Nada Michael McGuire Friends since any of them could remember. They had their table at the café. Their hour. The hour that came when each ceased to pursue that which he had since before sunrise and would again until after dark. Each had set something in motion which, experience had taught,…
Blow Blow Breathe Listen Rebecca Cook Every day these chemicals, every day this swallowing down, blue and white, green and white, a palm of pills between me and the voices between me and the monster its teeth its twisted backward baby head. There were dried up flowers in a white vase above my bed, a…
a perfect message Michael Rerick ———–a perfect message in poplar bark bands code a tap tap tap blackout ———–a perfect cover up ———–taped in leaves tap polar winds trapped ———–in tree colors or a sky cassette playing limbs gagged and shivering nicely perfectly carved ———–initials tap tap tap inscribe a future paper we read as…
Flood Disarray Amee Broumand They wake when the clock tolls midnight—if it’s Christmas Eve, they will speak over the dreaming city the river birds are fooled, stabbing silvered cans of gold and oak bones— Tonight the ground ripples with hints of fish that are not fish Over window-ledges the ground is a pond—twitching, it changes…
