Always on/on

Always on/on By: Bogdan Puslenghea The same fly, curiosity and speed Faith becomes you Idiot   sub Repeat   ht Eat    g At     i L I’ve seen the devil& came back really? one on e Y e mock mock, defensive Cherry O Man he knows! breath IS heY, when you tried to open the window even it […]

What is left.

What is left. By: Mark Sargent ON GENEROSITY (for H. Marshall Peter) NOT WHAT GIVEN NOT WHAT GIVEN NOW WHAT GIVEN NOT is what came out of earth when we squeezed it like a pimple a tourniqueted banana or burn point it bled like cotton like Joe Biltz before poverty but bent to the pretzel […]

The Dead

The Dead by Ellery Akers The dead can’t hear us when we talk: there isn’t air thin enough for our words, solid as they are, to get through that sieve light makes. Static of light. Static of salt. And we can’t hear them, either: sometimes they try to speak to us, but when they open […]

Egocentric Orbit

Egocentric Orbit by John Cory Near the end of his fifteenth orbit as Greenland slipped by noiselessly below, he made the routine measurements that tested the operation of his space capsule and checked the automatic instruments which would transmit their stored data to Earth on his next pass over Control. Everything normal; all mechanical devices […]


Vows By: Halifax the dividends I do things for us I won’t do for myself Things I would never do for my benefit There are things I do when asked directly tasks are not for us but for you alone There are duties I take without question For one another burdens can be enjoyed Even […]

New Sheets

New Sheets by Hal Sirowitz I won’t be around forever, Mother said. One day I’m going to die, so I might as well nag you a little bit more, while I have the chance. And when I’m dead you’ll have to rely on someone else to tell you that it’s time to change the sheets, […]

Fire Sermon

Fire Sermon by Robert Gray The lissome bay is silvered slightly, in its supine lightness; a stocking-textured water takes the morning’s cerise. But soon, between the headlands, sea and sky are solid blues that have closed, almost seamlessly, like stone. And yachts have come out to climb on the sea’s face, slow and wavering—the way […]