by David Sullivan | Mar 5, 2013
Her Terms Sonja didn’t speak when she saw the uniforms through the screen door’s tear. They said her full name. She slapped the door shut, locked it and every window down so tight they left without putting up a fight; just shouted his name until she rapped back...
by Jennifer Militello | Feb 26, 2013
Home is the no I thought I knew before I’d mistaken it for water. Its darks parch strangely in my roots. Its gray sky grieves and is an opium for grieving. Is a lullaby. Is very soft. Bankrupts me of my bitter mouths. Home is the lost veins singing. Transcript of all...
by Tony Magistrale | Feb 20, 2013
So many dusks have piled up here, identical blurs, collected like discarded cans of used motor oil. This is a landscape where you might expect something startling to occur at civilization’s last outpost before the frontier— a spaceship to appear overhead, a...
by Olena Kalytiak Davis | Feb 14, 2013
O my Love sent me a lusty list, Did not compare me to a summer’s day Wrote not the beauty of mine eyes But catalogued in a pretty detailed And comprehensive way the way(s) In which he was better than me. “More capable of extra- and intra- Polation. More...
by Teri Youmans Grimm | Feb 8, 2013
The shoe poised on the tip of my toe was a lure. Even directors important as Von Stroheim want to be hunted. You there (eyeing my ankle, my nearly exposed foot), you can dance? I nodded. We may let the camera see all of you. And like that I became foreground,...
by Marie Harris | Feb 2, 2013
She found a slim volume discarded or left behind on a bench near Fanueil Hall as we sat to eat our Thai takeout (but not for long because the whole area smelled like piss even though it was pretty and clean and shaded by tall trees) entitled: SOLV-A-CRIME PUZZLES...
