Thursday, November 15, 2018

“Waterfall” by Lynn White

Waterfall   They put a fence by the waterfall all along the high bank near the path. It was ugly, an eyesore but it was supposed to make it safer stop...

“Neither Here Nor There” by Darlington Chukwunyere

Neither Here Nor There   What a fiery beauty you have become! My brother, fruit of my father's loins. Auspicious, Beautiful, Promising. Thence came our crossroads. You chose West I chose home. I dine...

“La Fortune” by Michael Minassian

LA FORTUNE   None of the blancs noticed that the other prisoners at Krome always avoided Lafortune.  Lafortune himself did not seem to mind.  While the...

“Nightswimmer Junior, Daylighting” by Todd Mercer

Nightswimmer Junior, Daylighting   Nightswimmer Junior also gigs in day hours as a salty pubtender at Bellaire’s leading brewpub. She likes it as work goes, but feels complicit...

“Jimmy Went Over the Dam” by Todd Mercer

Jimmy Went Over the Dam   Before he was the nightswimmer, he was steering a two-man canoe which shot past the lip of the dam. Ted Arcaro...

“VUJA DE” by Mark J. Mitchell

VUJA DE   Through taxi window, a glimpse— Not the face but that walk— his uncertain lyric sway. Then wind stirs wrong-colored hair. Beside you, a girl who died in 1972 who...

“They Are Nothing to Us” by Feyisayo Anjorin

THEY ARE NOTHING TO US   They were missing When our mission was fragile on the soil, land and clouds as far as the eyes could see...

“I wonder what it takes to go beyond the ordinary” by...

I wonder what it takes to go beyond the ordinary   to feel your hips joints rotate outward, words peeled open revealing pithy catacombs of desire...

“Broken Confession: A pilgrimage to Michael Minassian’s ‘Lover’s Lament'” by Umar...

Broken Confession: A pilgrimage to Michael Minassian's 'Lover's Lament'   "I am possessed by your nouns and verbs, your personal pronouns, your stories, your catalogues of truths and lies." -Michael Minassian, THE...

“In the Head” by Naphtali Festus Adda

IN THE HEAD   In the head, there are clumsy-wailing voices wandering in mystic rhythm of a discord sound confusing the mind with thoughts not of bread but yearning agony...
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