Tag Archives: Joanna C. Valente

After School

Every so often, she drove Jacob home. At every stop sign, he’d suck his breath like a kicking horse & taste marble. Twenty years ago, a boy had been killed at the corner of Mulberry, making love to his girl. … Continue reading

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God of Internet

In the beginning, we were programmed with light & light we turned our backs upon / & night defaulted so darkness curls toward us / unthinking as a falling body embracing pavement / it is impossible for a child to … Continue reading

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Cousin

Where were you born? A mouth full of hot coal sometimes mistaken as god as a mother’s body as a lamb’s belly When did you stop believing your mother? Riding the subway while a man ate his own flesh in … Continue reading

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