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Category Archives: Reprint
Chosen
Travis, your cousin, showed you how to masturbate. You were both ten. No one was at home. It was February and rainy. Travis pulled the curtains closed in the TV room and sat next to you on the couch. He … Continue reading
The placenta of evening stars
After Jim Morrison Children are born navigators. The have crossed torrid wetlands, Slept in tombs full of water, Made love with the dark Before they open eyes and see The mutiny of mundane days, Waiting for the dying Of their … Continue reading
A Natural History of the United States
Primarily there were rocks, the silicates: quartz, (we’ll list them), feldspars – orthoclase packed in pegmatites made up a vast expanse, trace elements: copper, nickel, twisted knobs of gold in hematite. Obviously, there was water. For example, observe the canyons, … Continue reading
While I prepare lunch, my lover sulks
He’s been clouding over for a couple of days now. If only the storm were breaking. I am 45 and fed up. While I am cubing the onions he opens another beer. I wipe my nose and cheeks with the … Continue reading
Window
Liver and onions, potato salad, bologna sandwiches…these were the things we called “dinner.” Our dog, Lunch, never came when called. I’d stand on the stoop at twilight and shout until I sounded like pack-a-day Uncle Jay, but still, my homework … Continue reading
Discipline
June 1953, the second-floor classroom is motionless in the heat. Miss Johnson balances the long white wooden pole above us. The muscles of her short thick arms are knotted; moisture thickens on her upper lip. She hooks the pole end … Continue reading
leaning towards the sun
(for Charles Bukowski) in the old empire they placed milestones on the road to mark the distance from Rome from Senate and slaves Cicero, bread and circuses: life or death in the decision of a dictator’s thumb in reverse they … Continue reading
black holes and rubber bands
slow moving nights pull stories from the sky from behind your eyes like wondering if we’ll be pulled over for that broken taillight on the short drive home we piece syllables together one by one but from a distance the … Continue reading
reading by winter seas
there is a quiet storm that gathers inside when the words don’t come when the mess refuses to be made right when the entire history of a civilisation from Socrates down the inner life of a species is drowned beneath … Continue reading
Salamanca
it was a cold one on the esplanade in Hobart the markets were set up, I was hungover and you somewhat less so, but we managed to walk through it all buy coffee, resist overpriced realist landscapes of locations nondescript … Continue reading
cartography
grey skies, slick bitumen heartache hurls itself into the world, grateful to be heard—at the place where burnt rubber curved black lines over the edge (the space between two points on a map, erased) I wonder if it was inclination, … Continue reading
Following the Grain
The speckled path traces a line on which patina time will mark. A clock that chimed important hours, observing prayers and reading page; from clammy palms timidly stretched for reading creases, forward years. A pared wood cup sweat globule-dripped, then … Continue reading
Western Ghats
Protesting, strain motor engines scream, bearing torque, outside of bends edge-fenced by cliff-hang fall outstripping unbroken unspaced trucks in line. Not losing face, or screen, but hooting lean, as calling on the dashboards’ garland gods, to slip them back in … Continue reading
Edgware Road
For the last six days, Adoha Okoro has been followed by her own mortality. More than once she’s noticed it loitering around the edges of her perception, as if unwilling to intrude without good reason. It may sound unlikely, but … Continue reading
Romancing New York
Prologue It was nearly freezing that October night, but I didn’t feel the chill at all as I emerged from the subterranean cabaret club known as Danny’s on W. 46th Street in midtown Manhattan. It was close to midnight and … Continue reading
Boarding Passes
As you pace back and forth in front of the displays, I want to tell you things will not get any worse, that we will still make it. Except I am not sure what I would mean by that. Am … Continue reading
Stonehenge
The touch of air to bare skin is searing. But this is what I came here to witness, Stone against stone against sky against time. So I press the warm disembodied voice To my ear again. It says, listen on, … Continue reading
War Prayer
God grant me the serenity In the mirror, I caught sight of my own reflection, diaphanous and thinning despite my best attempts to wear the world across my face: smokescreen eyes, moon-cratered cheeks, in my mouth the macabre procession of … Continue reading
Good News
I always wanted to write the great Judean novel – a story so compelling it takes on living form and has the power to save lives. I never imagined my own life would be the first one saved. As a … Continue reading
Unseasonable
Her death didn’t match the season. It was July. Bright and warm. The air, nourishing and jittery with little wings and sounds. Things were blooming and green and lush and lively. Fireworks every Friday night and grill cooking granted no … Continue reading
What If
It’s a coyote howl against a Bloody Mary moon; panting awake wet from the shivering ache of a nightmare in which you’d found contentment; a cold stroll in the dark as footsteps not your own gain ground; black-sooted bricks, phallic within … Continue reading
After The Bomb Went Off II
hold me please hold me so I did as if a hug could shut out the smoke This is a reprint of work originally published in Three Line Poetry. Ian Chung
Silver Bangles
From tipping the restaurant waiter to scouting out the habitats of his country’s most exotic plants, the delightful Alphonse seemed content to carry all our obligations on his scraggy shoulders. At the end of an internal flight, we didn’t even … Continue reading
apple scab
That old adage about the benefits of eating an apple a day meant nothing until Dr. Paul broke up with her. Up until that time, she had been eating an apple a day for nearly two months. Although Dr. Paul … Continue reading
Gay Is…
Gay is the boy who just started working with flowers and gestures so immaculately that everyone has always known that he is a gay boy. He loves his job, you can tell. Gay is the thin guy who has no … Continue reading
