Poetry
DESTINY for FL, for VH
By Angelo Vergathe K-mart picture of a flower pot cooks in splashed sunlight and the wall broils a cup of plastic ice two assholes you’ve never talked to in your life help you shuffle to the shitbowl.
Fear as a Machine
By Mónica de la TorreI’m afraid flea markets are the same all over the world. I’m afraid beaches are too. I’m afraid nudist ones are no exception.
Omens at Fajardo (1993)
By Angelo Vergait starts on the highway east a mangled bicycle, two black shoes just on the lip of the tar top road a blue car, the police peacocks preen and strut
Greed
By Sandy FlorianMilk chocolate, (sugar, cocoa butter, Milk, chocolate, lactose, Milk— fat, Soy lecithin – an emulsifier,
The Script
By Mónica de la TorreI. You thought this would be a dance lesson, things were easier then. No marimbas, no clarinets; only a longing for the fun to begin. Rain came down.
Rendezvous in Providence
By D. NurksePerhaps the gods are like us: a couple breathless on a narrow bed. They speak in low voices, watching a fly cross the ceiling.
We Believed in the End of the World
By D. NurkseWe scrunched under the desk where I once memorized the lives of saints and heroes
