George SUNDAY The old man crosses a date on his calendar. A painted portrait of Mother Teresa looks upon him as he does. He sits on his...

My father hobbled up the path, still using that old bamboo stick as a cane. His favorite  torn-up hoodie was a large cocoon of grey cloth...

Pour the moonlight down my throat And let her elixir soothe my parched lips When the firefly of delight searches for its kin I hope I...

Translucent whispers, while you catch me, withering from the weight of the world, lust. And now The dog of a millionaire’s mansion is...

On her bed laid a ruffled dress her mother sewed years ago. A pair of leather boots rested on the wooden floor, resting by a chair. By...

Jasmine woke into her dream uneasy. Blinded by bright white sheets, she couldn’t find her underwear, her clothes, her hand melting into...

Express Time isn’t anything what i know is this, i wake up and there are things to be done and somehow, somehow, Tender Vine...

It was a shit deal, being a zombie. Well, maybe being  wasn't the right word. Zombies didn't really think. Plus, I, per se, wasn't really...

As I sit at a lonesome table in Paris, within a room designed for joy and the enjoyment of fine drinks and soft pastries, I prepare...

“Relajate mija, todo está bien.” My tía Mago’s fingers tenderly press against the base of my back, blurring into maroon cotton. A cold...

I’ve known men who’ve left it and men who’ve ended it there and men who can’t get it out of their heads. It’ll make you dizzy, dull and...

ACT III (silent actors who posed as cowboys who were secretly robots) You remind me of someone / You provide the...

The only whole heart is a broken heart. The Kotzker Rebbe i know the feel of road on skin, the consciousness of speed that’s never...

Coming to know, a decision being made, is not conscious. 1 + 1 + 1 equals a new feeling that rubs against everything else you know to be...

“beat this: what do you call 💦 in a woman? loading the dishwasher.” what do you call it when you, in all your hubris, can’t even spell...

City witches sun bathing on barrio rooftops City witches reading cards among the sirens City witches finding stillness in constant motion...

"It is not all as evil as you think" Rolf Jacobsen nasty weather. but that’s when bonfires broil in trashcans, not just for...