Mac Blauner

There is the whoop of a siren, and suddenly red and blue lights play over the backs of her closed eyelids. She lies in bed. She knows it’s the cops. This is always how she wakes when they come to her father’s house in th...

Tsaurah Litzky

For Bob Marley I grind the beans for my morning coffee, organic fair trade beans from Trader Joe’s in the electric coffee grinder my father gave me so long ago, the smell of happiness fills my kitchen, th...

Peter Marti

No One’s Beat Samsara You just can’t win vs. that Wheel of Birth & Death when you have women, mojo and looks, something else will be missing—your teeth haven't all been accounted for and now an ex is asking for ...

Craig Kite

This Cat Is Now My Cat I hope that my girlfriend doesn't come back tonight. In fact, I hope my girlfriend never comes back. I hope that her cat becomes my cat. It basically already is. I fucking love this cat. Thi...

Jim Feast

Thaddeus Rutkowski, Guess and Check (Arlington,VA: Gival Press, 2017) Although I daresay he didn’t originate this style, there is a form of writing where reality and dream are mixed in a special way, which has become as...

Eve Packer

in the realm of i was heading west from ave b between 1st & 2nd, a storefront opposite the Gas Station, to do the errand i had been asked, i was heading to e. 3rd between 1st & 2nd, to a building where dave burrell...

Coree Spencer

Most of the kitchen staff and busboys at Mary Ann's Mexican restaurant on Fifth Street and Second Avenue in the East Village are from the Dominican Republic, like Luis, a cook in his early twenties. Despite being just a few...