Playing the Telephone GameEsther LeeFor instance, you might have said:When he was leaving the store,it was starting to rain.Or:Winnie was a sleeve tor...
SeizeBrian Komei DempsterBlue flame in the eye's corner,stove on high, we brace for his flint ...
CourtyardDarien Hsu GeeHer new family has her dowry—her chickens have become his chickens. Clipped wings fly the short distance to nowhere. Her ...
The Shortest NightVictoria ChangAnd when I looked up,the sky had also turned black,and I had aged ahundred more feet down the road.The owl was on then...
The Incognito LoungeDenis JohnsonThe manager lady of thisapartment dwelling has a facelike a baseball with glasses and patheticallyrepeats herself. Th...
Ars PoeticaJaniru Liyanageafter Aria AberI broke into english the way a man once broke into my mother.At the halflight of his bite, pink flesh and all...
ResurrectionAbdulla PashewTranslated from the Kurdish by Alana Marie Levinson-LaBrosseFrom time to time, sadness fills my throatand pain reaches its l...
MuxicaAlberto RíosThe border fence,The crossing chain links, the twisted wires:The fence is strung like two harpsAt cross-purposes,Two harps at...
Amateur HourCharlie ClarkThe clouds here are beautiful in the manner of my wife’s hands.They are pleasures with strange limits, and change color...
The Thirteenth LaborJonathan WellsFor Hercules, the thirteenth labor, is allowing the mortal lovers to goback to their separate beds unreconciled, ...