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...

Jose Padua

I give to you a portrait of America in trash. I give it to you with love and respect, America:   mountains of beer cans crumpled, plastic figures with fallen action, black velvet portraits of Elvis   with...

Emily XYZ

This is a piece that first came to me in probably 2003, when I was living in Evanston IL, not too far from Joliet. I heard someone say , "we're going to a casino in Joliet," and it just lit up something in my mind. This is...