The Ancients Who Hadn’t The Fridge Get Hungry, Try To Discover Unique Ways To Preserve Food No, I am not praying, I’m trying to preserve last night’s dinner. Prayers won’t help. This death is a sunlit death, opulent warmth doing us in. Truth of trying– On my knees first I take the berries, pears into … Continue reading →

Apocalypse, 4 Ways When the grass stops growing no one expects that the trees, the vines, the roots will follow but they do follow and soon all earth has turned to verdigris dust. When it’s over we split one saved strawberry between us. What have we done to bring the world to such disillusion? The … Continue reading →

By Katherine McBride Everything Starts Someplace Different Motion is the first to go. Habitually learned: staying too long at the station, trains going coming going with sunlight flickering, skipping wheels and tracks. Almost night, she’s outstayed and out run. So spend your time translating a sun hinged on longitudes and seasons but always resting the … Continue reading →

Another Astronaut Poem What if this time we learn how to visit stars and it’s only a matter of pulling on spacesuits before we can walk together through hydrogen and helium and licking flames, when you are with me in this light licking across our chests and fiberglass vests and memories of old snow and home … Continue reading →

by Abigail Coakley xxxxx Girls, Shows, and the Internet When is it acceptable for a 350lb man to drag around a woman by her collar? It’s always been this kind of question that I could answer without hesitation. Never. But I hadn’t previously thought about what I would do if it did happen; until three … Continue reading →

Coney Island by Katherine McBride Xavier and The New Year  She screamed not with her voice, but through her body. The screams radiated out through Jane’s limbs, reverberating in the droplets of sweat she wore in her hair, like some ancient atavistic oil that would harken forth the long line of her ancestors. That was my … Continue reading →

by Katherine McBride Chimera How do you start a start when you have only the language of another? Words are not infallible we left the resonance undone. I know, unwanted. I was dreaming of a pixelated house, bougainvillea and jasmine in the yard. Yes, the sky was jealous of the rain. I was dreaming of … Continue reading →