Image as Fishmongers

Talin Tahajian

I have seen you as fishmongers in an effort to forget. Twelve of them selling thick pearls of meat. All of them are you. Headless as prawn. Bass filleted &…

Love

Beth Bosworth

The Irish boy fell in love the same day the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. The year was 1941, the month December, the hour a quarter to ten in the morning,…

Chuck Town

Thomas Sayers Ellis

Heroes Are Gang Leaders for Chuck Brown 1936-2012    Sell Chuck. Buy Chucks. One Chuck fits. Lace up Liaison gold Chucks,     All Stars. Chucks come in     all pockets not just Pops.…

Solid Ground

Michael Croley

I just saw her get swallowed whole. She might have been twenty yards away and then the earth was opening up and she was gone. …

Animals

Krista Eastman

In the very beginning, I spent time hoping that the baby would be human and not squirrel or—as I legitimately feared—possum. Why wouldn’t or couldn’t my uterus, an organ lined…

Ravishment

Anna Rose Welch

Over the trees, birds hang themselves from the sky.

In portraits, the Christ Child clutches sparrows like these…

Jens

Ross Nervig

We all got married. We all got scared. We looked beautiful in the Tiki torchlight. All of us. Jens catches the fly in a tight fist and shakes it by…

Cracolándia

Chris Feliciano Arnold

Remember that boy who juggled côcos in the centro, the one who killed his sister and her man? No matter what the cops said, I always believed he was innocent.…

Empire Builder

Kisha Lewellyn Schlegel

I forget the sound of the wheels grating against their track until the whistle blows, and I remember how far I wanted to go in this life.…

Conquering the Conqueror: Heriberto Yépez’s The Empire of Neomemory

Deborah Garfinkle

On September 16, 2014, “post-Mexican” writer, critic, psychotherapist, and literary provocateur Heriberto Yépez announced to the world that, after twenty years of work on his “writing project,” “it can be said that Heriberto Yépez’s oeuvre has concluded” and that the “young man” who was Heriberto Yépez has “gone” forever.…

My Sister is in Pain

Bonnie Jo Campbell

Unbearable pain when she gets up in the morning to go to work, when she goes to bed at night, and when she sleeps, she sleeps in pain and wakes…

The Body

Caitlin O'Neil

She wants his body. It’s all she can think about. His baby legs ringed with fat, like a tree made of dough. The scrim of glistening blonde that had no…

Feed

Jesse Goolsby

I’m going to feed you, I know you don’t want me to, but I’m going to feed you, I’m going to push this tube down your nose, down into your…

What’s in a Name?

Dickson Lam

OUT The guys in my housing project gave me my first graffiti tag: OUT. I thought it was a random name, but it probably referred to how often I’d strike…

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