Jose Padua

                              I can’t tell whether the flowers are falling or floating in this painting just as I can’t tell wh...

Lyn Lifshin

LETTER DAYS AFTER THE TSUNAMI the last few days everything was in chaos. When I close my eyes, I see dead bodies. When I open my eyes I see dead bodies. Each of us must work 20 hours a day. I wish there were 48 hours in the...

Jose Padua

Let happiness lie like a dog on your lap, Virginia, state of green, state of mountain roads, and tackler of new centuries, but don’t get upset if we leave you. Virginia, let your vagina set you free or get out ...

Bonny Finberg

Smoking star, listen to me. Call the stain to your hand. Go-I’m ready to burn. Has caffeine a tiger’s kiss? Be wild, shove the sequestered kiss with force and school me in your pause. Is this blood clean as the sea? Make...

Jose Padua

                            Perfection is all those horrible old love affairs they tell their latest lover about in bed as they smoke ci...

Sean Flaherty

Ice-T Spit on my Foot I have been going to night school after work so I can learn some new things, to broaden myself at forty-three, I met this roofer at school who told me that all the roofers and electrician...

Jose Padua

When I was a kid I thought that the greatest record ever made was the 1968 mod orchestral rendering of of Jimmy Webb’s lost love opus, MacArthur Park. For me, MacArthur Park was a flash of wisdom, an epiphany a...

Jonathan Shaw

Journal Entry, Buenos Aires. The innocence of the lambs, the shattered glass in voices, the screams of anger and dizzy despair behind the words. Dragons and demons behind the terror and joy, the hot dog goes down, spirit...