No one knows what to expect when the storm of mothers reaches landfall along the West Coast. As …
Short Story
STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE FOOTHOLDS ON LUGGAGE Bustling check-in desk, suited men. Orderly queue – duty free sake.
Poetry
Sunrise on the outskirts of a suburban town. The robins have returned, pecking among newly sprung hyacinth and crocus, …
Short Story
Another painting in La Galería Nacional In a change of tone so complete I dropped my chocolate milk which splashed hideously across my tennis shoes and caused a …
Poetry
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I didn’t realize I had been lonely for so long until I stepped out of the Brussels Airport …
Short Story
the blue crab my father wasn’t interested in tennis or painting or gardening the only hobbies that interested him were ones that could make you money my father …
Poetry
The 21st century artist faces a balancing act between integrating with society and all that this entails— email notifications, insurance payments, twitter addictions, and so on— while simultaneously aspiring towards …
Interview
Josef performed as a spry 79-year-old social drinker. The town of Chico considered him a local hero because …
Short Story
David watched as the company-issue tongs hovered over the landscape of refuse bulging from the top of his wheelie …
Short Story
Lineal for the children & mothers in gaza The babies the babies covered in young as blood roses unopened clamor for their mothers ,a breast in their clutch– …
Poetry
The robot—little more than a claw, some wires, a jerrybuilt scaffold—totters through the scrapyard, picking up pieces. It …
Flash Fiction
I needed an anniversary gift for my husband—well, technically he wasn’t my husband. At that point, we had …
Short Story
“No more Richard Scarry memes. Let’s manifest this shit,” so spoke Liz Lilly, influencer-cum-mayor, in her inaugural speech …
Short Story
Luigi Lefty’s barkeep where I met him on the nude beach Zipolite, Oaxaca Two thousand fourteen Big Italian went chest first no shirt and drank from the bottle ran drugs …
Poetry
Hey Lefty Lefty’s eyes went queasy then wet as good pussy This is Mom said the voice on the phone Tears sprang from Lefty’s face Tarantino leer quavered …
Poetry
The children found it by the brackish crick, washed up where fiddler-crabs burrowed on the mudflats. It looked …
Flash Fiction
i.Silks are stacked like a physical rainbow, designs like Sanskrit on water, cool luminosity begging for a caress between thumb and finger. The Antico Setificio Fiorentino is hidden …
Essay
I can hear Ted Koppel’s voice coming from somewhere, reporting on the violence that I’m seeing with my …
Essay
lilac draped courtyard, melancholy compost, spousal tongue erects blockades— the I (eye) tires of the restrictive, familiar imagery— swampy masses, yellow nerves seeking, rebinding our mutual human/animal connection— …
Poetry
(translated from the Polish by Dawid Mobolaji) I was telling you about Mama’s boyfriends – about their smell, …
Short Story
The sophisticated lady sees the small helpless child contained in a steel cylinder. The child’s anxious upturned face is …
Short Story
Before the game I asked my Girl to stop cheering for Doofus Danny, the roided out linebacker all the …
Short Story
Man hurtles himself headfirst at his 15th-floor window, all the unwavering self-hate Man can muster.Window doesn’t shatter, doesn’t shudder, doesn’t waver.Window is no Hollywood pussy break-away glass window.Man is no …
Flash Fiction
It was all a dream.I’m actually a cat.You have a split personality that’s way cooler and more assertive than you and gets all the ladies.The doctor was the injured boy’s …
Flash Fiction
For you Sam Sam calls it this human experiment I ripped off the phrase It features in the opening story of my book Which I sent to Sam Who read …
Poetry
I don’t expect to run into my mother on the Ibiza strip surrounded by drunks and neon lights and …
Flash Fiction