THE GIRL and THE BOY are in a kitchen, or in a car. They are very young. They might be crying, but probably not. THE GIRL HE MET AT THE HOMECOMING DANCE WHO TOLD HIM THEY WOULD NEVER MARRY The books are the only things
She was running out of reality quick. She was kissing him at the clown mouth—the entrance to a funhouse they’d put upside-down by accident. So she had to step over his eyes, step over his jagged teeth. Had to enter under the tongue, like a
My mother is a tornado tearing into floorboards with the undulated strength of her tongue, she rips apart excuses with words that echo across our history and the blame is neatly designated – my stupidity, my ignorance – why can’t you be a proper Burmese
The black print of Ephesians 6 commands wives: Submit. Women are notified: dainty vertebrae can’t build crucifixes. Onion-skin papers concede neither feminism nor fear. I’ve begged God with a cracking throat why can’t I just be happy? Teenagers kiss behind pews with communion wafers shoved
In response to A COUPLE OF POOR, POLISH-SPEAKING ROMANIANS by Dorota Masłowska translated from the Polish by Benjamin Paloff Characters: Blythe and Sy: A couple of idiots The ghost of La Virgen de Guadalupe Los Angeles. Winter. It’s 80 degrees out, who are we kidding.
All adults lie. They tell us kids to always tell the truth, but they can’t tell the true themselves. Don’t believe me? Check this out. Last July Fourth, I was at a cookout with some people Sancha knew from her old job at Dietz &
Cast of Characters PRODUCER: A voice: a woman of unidentifiable age and a cool measuredness. Is she God? LEATHER DADDY: A man of at least 40. He wears a leather jacket and leather cap, a la Tom of Finland, but his sexuality has partially spoiled.
Melanie met Harriet at a health food store in the cosmetics section. They were both looking at a facial cleanse made from watercress that promised to protect against free radicals and improve skin tone. They began sharing their experiences with organic shampoos and paraffin-free mascara
Peter Scacco began making woodcut prints when he was seventeen years old. His artwork and his poetry have been featured in numerous print and online magazines and journals. Mr. Scacco is the author of the illustrated poetry books Chiaroscuro, A Quiet Place, Along
How to flee / or at least how to want to / how to thrum with silent shame / secret iconoclast hacking a red grimace / through Thanksgiving dinner / with people who love you / what do they know / gorgeous table wrought in