“We haven’t seen you a while, Come home” Sorry mami no The textbooks have just uncuffed me Idleness a luxury I shouldn’t presume Duties the hands on a …
Poetry
Welcome to the woolen nest of my heart A tiny airhole opened to the brisk wind of a new year A little oxygen to feed the fire And …
Poetry
Zac Porter’s debut novel, Syntax, is a new-age Bildungsroman that navigates the postmodern, the ever-budding rhizome of existence …
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THE PLURALISM OF MANHATTAN Don't you know a joke when you hear one? These are disparate voices too.
Poetry
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There are always leaks. Sometimes during the early morning, Patrice’s skin seeps through every pore, even before Jacques …
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I am at the bottom of this bottle but love is nowhere to be found. The rocks spiral in the glass, illuminated by morning sun shade on me fool me …
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So on the eleventh or twelfth day finally get out to the street action carrying a small burst of …
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Which of the torchless roads calls his name? The Emperor's head of trivia announces the death of choice.
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Poetry
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Poetry
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Short Story
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She cried as they made their way down to the small horsehoe bay, on the stony path through the …
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Last spring, I decided to make the inane decision to write a love letter every day to my ex. …
Flash Fiction
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There was a woman who came sometimes to the back door of my club. She would knock four times …
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In my old age before my old age I reach for a glass of water, a book on the nightstand. The Inferno is popular.
Poetry
Thoughts accumulate, and memories such as encode oppositions to oneself, the way which, when thoroughly lost in the forest, …
Essay
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Poetry
The bagel rolled out of my sweatshirt pocket and spun to a stop in the bus lane. That was …
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