Issue 19
it would be the distance between me and the small insects who do errands coming through the loblollies, the tough blue bird on the telephone…
We were sleeping the first time we heard the alarms. We woke up in fright and went to the window. The alarms came from somewhere…
The Mediterranean orange fruit bowl I’d hear your ring kiss has hovered over our dinners since you died, even though it doesn’t hold enough orzo…
This was back during a period of my life when I thought of myself as having things. What did I have? In no particular order,…
my mother was 100 miles south of Death Valley when Amba Karras grazed her belly you’re going to give us Antony the monastery was modest…
Dear Mom, I don’t know how to tell you. She was about 5’2.” An inch or so taller than me, brown eyes, dimples, petite yet…
Fourth grade frightened I carried a stick to the bus stop and swung it like a mace, stabbed the empty stomach of an Asian chestnut…
What can I tell you about this body but that it is mine? Not my mother’s though she tried harder than any to mold its…
In the warmer months, my humid and lush suburban backyard becomes a battlefield for my war against slugs. I would have expected this seasonal plague…
It kills others before it turns on itself. In faraway lands, a bomb scatters debris like a flock of startled birds. A drone creeps on…
It depends on if you’re its type or not. If you’re not, it’ll tease you like you’re an unripened plantain dangling on a branch, wishing…
At least once every generation the hewn but living head of Orpheus pauses mid-song to spare a thought to his body, still winding its way…
Walking across 14th street, rumor of August is a factory facing Union Square station and Broadway collapses before us stripped of desire, immense in its…
She sat by the window of her hillside stilt house with a puddle of afternoon sunlight in her lap, her hands resting on…
I’ve seen a tree swim the shallow pond tentacle and suctioned to the murk. If you peer into it all, you won’t see the reach…
You say there is nothing as beautiful as the dry cracking, the callus of a hard day’s work. My hands speak back through creases, the folds you…
A white hole is a hypothetical region in space, a mathematical probability that’s never been observed. It is an eruption of matter and energy, a…
“Descend” is a piece from my ‘Modernized’ vanitas series that conveys the transience of life into death in a secular manner through use of objective…