We met in a chat room, then followed up with a date in the city. I wore a black dress to ward off expectations. He wore a grey undertaker’s suit. We had a nice seafood dinner in a waterfront restaurant. He was an accountant, but I didn’t hold that against him.
Lima – the strangest departure
Geoffrey Miller
Stained, mute monks eased prone tenantless, masses – unsophisticated, purple-black reserve, slices of silver, oakum cobs, infection, and exhibition – constables involuntarily indulge disconcerted, ceased decency, instinct, and misrule of spirit – Anna.
Two Poems
Heather Knox
: I am two. I want to be open. (How easy to say!) I trespassed on military land in Argentina near where the Andes began : not began geologically, but began photographically. I pocketed a severed knuckle : pretended it was a fossil.
Some Men Are Salty
Cherie Jones
This last one I ate slowly, in small bites, chewing him well before swallowing. In between eating him, we talked. He wasn’t in pain – I’d guess he hardly even noticed when he lost another limb, another sliver of skin, a quivering chunk of back or thigh.
On September 22, 2011
Gabe Durham
We were in a recession. Soon the very rich would bounce back enough that the rest of us would no longer be able to call what remained a “recession,” but on September 22, 2011, we were all in a recession together.
Midwestern Gothic
Laura Donnelly
Through cutouts of lakeside cottages, un-insulated, gingerbread trimmed. Through long-shadowed halls over pine-boards creaking, cracked attic stairs, I will gather you back.
Joys
Brian Clifton
I pushed out a baby bird with a broken ribcage and wings that were another pair of legs, complete with claws. It didn’t breathe at all this turkey vulture, though I loved it for all its deformities.
Four Poems
Talin Tahajian
The boy who is a reliable narrator pours milk into his root beer. He scratches a sestina into the roof of his car and calls it a grocery list. He throws birdseed into sewer drains. Finches kiss cigarette butts, blue pennies, stained blouses.