The Conversation by Michael Keenan Gutierrez In Miami, we had Palmetto bugs, a euphemism for giant, flying cockroaches. They took root in our cupboards and silverware drawers, played house under the bed, and colonized our closets. At night they flew through the dark...
Pre Pointe Exercises by Jesse Falzoi for Javier Carranza & Edwin Mota I woke up on a doormat, completely naked, with enormous wings attached to my back. And when this young man came out of his apartment, he asked me in English –he had some Eastern European accent...
My Lottery Tickets Are All Duds by Kristene Kaye Brown but I buy them anyway. Little scratchersfull of confetti and hope, numbers wrapping around my lucklike the lights of a police cruiser wrapping around a man with nothingto lose. Once, I mistakenly bought two...
The Way I Can’t Breathe When I Think of You by Yvonne Amey There’s a cold, northern dry I can’t feel this far south.Morrissey is singing about a double bus death.I can’t remember if you were dead then but I thinkyou weren’t which makes it...
Brevity by John Sibley Williams Some bodies, only alive for a day, & in that a light to envy, though none of us would give up this long wet world for a matchstick, flint- struck, sulfur-scented, burning & in that burning a reason to cherish what we’ll lose...
