Jose Padua

The name of this poem is Dong of the Dead. It is my attempt to cash in quickly on the literary zombie craze by writing the first literary zombie porn novel in verse. I am writing it while sitting in the  back of a pickup ...

Marguerite Van Cook

Island No 1 This island is inhabited by turtles, Flowering shrubs linger past the drift stalks Seashells flock the debris This is the island where I forgot my sweater That summer my breasts began to grow The beach even...

John S. Hall

I Well, yes, they fucked like bunnies, and yes, they fucked as if it was their last night on earth (when in fact it was early afternoon), but more than that, they fucked like so many, different other things completely. The...

Sean Flaherty

"We have to distrust each other. It's our only defense against betrayal." - Tennessee Williams I don’t loan books: as a rule it removes the awkward event of returning the book. You begged to borrow it, charmed me with yo...

Mark McCawley

for Angelina Let’s turn off the ignition lock the doors and coast this curved highway until we stop watch snow which splatters sperm-like across the car windshield The air is chilled with crisp echoes announcing jazz and...

Sean Flaherty

Vacation It was a hot, long, necessary three days: my wife was eight months pregnant and the pressure was on at work but I had to leave that behind – more than a year had gone by and I hadn’t visited my mother ...

Sean Flaherty

On Marcy Avenue, beneath the above-ground subway platform for the Jay, eM, Zee a teenage girl bounces her very large breasts in barely a bra beneath an orange T-shirt a size too small, at Havemeyer, she stops and bounces on...

Jose Padua

                            Back then sausage, eggs, hash browns, and toast cost under three dollars for br...

Sean Flaherty

In the span of three months: my friend's wife died in a car accident, his infant son was diagnosed with brain cancer and the company where he worked for twenty years went belly up. Considering the fragility implied by this,...