City night, flow smog sheets over shipwrecked night.
A man will kill; the city dream sighing
For what was left behind, prelude to relic Motherland,
Lost amongst the flotsam remainder…

Jack Little lives in Mexico City and edits The Ofi Press ( His work has been published in such places as 3:AM Magazine and Kerouac’s Dog. In his spare time he manages the Mexican national cricket team.

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