No other experience has made me feel more base and vulgar than losing my virginity. I didn’t have any pretense about the act beforehand. My mother painted all sexuality as depravity, which could only be…
Browsing Category Prose, Poetry, and Art
To J., Who Picked Us Up Hitchhiking
Where we stood scared across the highwayfrom the drawn-down lake, my friendhad seen ghosts stepping out of firs. “Bad placeto camp,” you’d said. Told us it was my fly rodthat made you pull over. “Those…
Three Poems by Safa Hijazi
Photo by Ibrahim Guetar on Unsplash
Friday Night Videos
Everything I know about music I learned from Jimmy Ray Casey. He had a perm, and a mustache, and wore cut-off jeans just like Daisy Duke. It was the British Motor Repair that brought us…
Fast Food Haikus
“Don’t get above your raising.”— Karen Salyer McElmurray Water falls intothe deep fryer, tidalingtowards my shaking hands. Singed skin still serving,brown, sprawling splatters sink ineveryone has them. From drive-thru speakers,music caught inside the car,today, Chopin…