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Night Rides on Blue Roads East of Austin
crackled tongues of vitreous brains female my absent mind roving through dirty-sock K-Marts whirling with surreptitious gun-racked landscapes wracked gauzy with ruined teachers and gangly piney woods echoing phallus thoughts that ricochet holy, holy, wholly lost souls...
A Review of Stella Lei’s, “Inheritances of Hunger” by Amy Cipolla Barnes
Pull up a seat to Stella Lei’s word table with her collection Inheritances of Hunger. It feeds the soul in five story courses: “Games,” “Changeling,” “On Building a Nest,” “Graftings,” and “Meals for the End of the World.” Throughout, she...
In Reseda
In Reseda The sky is ugly today, dead gray. The ocean smells of trash, and fish. In Reseda, in the unfamiliar foreign waters of LA, a young woman I knew from treatment has died. I'm more angry than anger can do. I'm so tired of this. The sudden loss, the overdose,...
Sometimes it doesn’t come back
“Let’s expose our authentic selves,” Ellen’s boomerang lover Ben says as he strips down to his underwear in the middle of the street after they stumble out of the bar. “Here I am, Seattle! Naked and unafraid!” “Then you’d better reveal everything,” she replies,...
A Cento (Untitled)
The moon in lonely alleys make a madman in rapture the human contours are so easily lost, and they have to travel down the strange falling scale straddle a chaos and beget a world. Who flutter around the careless, of suns and worlds and spaces with doctoring,...
Windsong
Windsong I. Horse-toothed pianos Pound out pitch keyed laughter Beautiful noise from tired hands & hitch-glitching memory It slips through the sentinel cattails & cartwheels across the summer stillness of this, our nameless pond...
Baja Roads Part I
Baja Roads - Part 1 I feel cold glass pressing on my cheek as I rise to consciousness. There are traffic sounds. Where am I? I loosen my seat belt, it had been cutting into my thigh and left a red mark just below my shorts. I hear someone talking. "I'm pulling over at...