I sit all day at the bus stop. Buses go past; one with Juliet, one with my good brothers, another with my ambitions. No one waits here; they get on around the corner, I imagine….
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E-mail by Liang Yujing
#1 everyday mails that gather in your mail box: exotic mails in a good-looking language to test your imagination ecclesiastical mails with an intent to convert you to their god educational mails providing you…
Box of Teeth by Brian Malnes
Me and Pete are at them bones. It burns the hours and I can beat him, except when I don’t. We pull our kids off the street, seven to a hand. Each hidden, our…
The Somnambulist, Age 4 by Yim Tan Wong
Cut loose from a clock’s single chime, she is a barefoot jockey, a silver medallion, an Olympic swimmer, wading night’s onyx wilderness. Walking the lunar beams, she is an aerialist, balancing herself with a comet’s…
Reading Your Poems Translated From Polish by Tana Jean Welch
READING YOUR POEMS TRANSLATED FROM THE POLISH— snow and origami swans were almost enough to keep me from drinking away another night. Almost like the simple beagle waving her tail is also almost enough,…