Prose, Poetry, and Art since 1956
Edith slowly pulled a faded ear off the rabbit. The toy was so worn from what she imagined to be clutching, and hugging, and tug-of-wars, that she only needed to pluck at the thread before his limbs fell into her lap. Cotton poked out through a hole where, five minutes earlier, his button nose had been. Musty stuffing filled her with warmth and contentment and…
When I discover my shoeunder her pillow and my credit cardsfloating in the tub, I kiss herfor finding them. Vile animal, she calls mefor taking her clothesand washing them. I confess. She changes my name: Peter toJoe to Elizabeth. Yes, I answer. We agree the neurologist stoleher driver’s license when she wasn’t lookingand that 2 a.m. is a yummy time to split a tuna fish and…
Saturday is small and full of bright hot life and love buns. I can’t taste the chocolate notes in coffee three, but Jesus turns the wet brown grounds toliquid light and I growthick roots, twisting down deep into the busy ground. This season is one ofyellow weather and mounds of sounds we only taste when we are finished making little sighs of soft delight beneath…
Please be advised that this comic includes depictions of self-harm. —The Editors
to the sound of the advent of cold water when scheming is colouring landscape grey on grey improbably clouding the random body of — along the way in the sense of minerals or pollution one of us misjudged all manners of trajectory grey on grey it isn’t slate sounding out water, not even in the sense of — in the sense…