She drags her fork across the plate, pokes at peas until he asks, What’s wrong now? He pounds a basketball on blacktop, curses bricked free throws and missed 3s, until she stands on the…
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The Summer of Our Fall by Brian Fanelli
We had bands named the Cut-ups, Dead Idols, the Flesh Easters— guitarists named Johnny Smack, Frank Spike, Wailing Steve-O, who all burned up the fretboard as fast as Johnny Ramone. We praised them all in…
DEPENDENCE DAY by Michael Meyerhofer
On this, the two hundred forty-third birthday of our nation, I woke from a dream of Nikola Tesla, that immigrant who invented half of everything and probably could have improved the rest had we given…
HISTORY REVISITED by Michael Meyerhofer
Turns out we’re back in Constantinopl, year 1453. Only this time around, the Ottoman sultan has run out of stuffing for his bronze siege cannons and what with that big chain still keeping his armada…
ODE TO OLD WOMEN AT POETRY READINGS by Michael Meyerhofer
Somehow oddly beautiful in how they park, their soft bones in libraries and coffee houses, tough to offend after six or so decades spent in toil under capitalist sky, old women who bore the…