All Towards One Point
What would happen, those of us with darker imaginations would wonder, when every point became too far separated from all others? more »
I Hope It's Not A Frankenstein
I'm workin' on a heart. It's gonna love watch what I tell you. It's gonna love for me. And receive love. Better than I did the first time. Been workin' on it. It's almost finished, almost whole. Gonna pop that sucker in, wind it up, beat beat. So I... more »
Fragments from a Nonexistent Yiddish Poet
Jehanne Dubrow will change the way you think about ears, in this vintage set of poems from Issue 13. more »
Relics
I turn the jar, label to the back and regard the contents. A small handful of darkened, yellowed bone chips, most smaller than peppercorns, and I think of the relics that have been kept of saints. Bits of fingers, locks of hair, the odd toe or tip... more »
"Nib nok nok" and two more poems
"Nib nok nok / hreft and cleft, / pick axet splitd / . . . " more »
Patagonia
Patagonia. She said it like an incantation, trying to cast the same spell over me that the word had cast over her...Patagonia: the end of the earth, the limit of human understanding. more »
The Oldest Guilt I Know
1. John Mully and I were sitting in the ER, Johnny holding my undershirt to his bleeding eye, me tapping my foot to the rhythm of the heart monitor attached to a bum lying in the hall. We were waiting for… more »
Zombie Thanksgiving
"Cult fan or critic, / O you who scramble into the beating copter, / consider Hot Pants Zombie, who once was tender-hearted too" more »