— The liminal reaches its end in a fog sarcophagus. A coughing a coughing frog it was funny until he fell dark and drunk on a fog bank leaving a frog bar the…
Browsing Category Poetry
When You’re Broke and No One Loves You by Cassidy J. Hodges
— You never could play guitar, voice like the disapproving clicking of 27 tongues. Everything was covered in dirty fingernails and you never slept. Afraid vultured constellations would pick through your quiet parts and…
Socket and Drill
— Woodpecker, far tree. The bark sounds soft from this distance and so I turn the television low to better hear the pause and stab. In the gap, seed birds like pockets of anti-matter…
Split by Paige Webb
— 1 I clicked keys. What are you working on, he said. I drew sentences he dimly heard, nodding slow rhythm, reaching at dresser, culling contact from lid. I stopped typing, changed chair from screen…
True Story, 3rd Person by Scott Starbuck
— One day far offshore I asked the best deckhand I had how he got to be so good. He said, many years ago his father left two boys in the Alaskan wilderness with…