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The face in the cloud speaks to me. “I see you down there, grinding away. I prefer floating. I prefer drenching.” O Spring, the imagination runs wild! A fine line separates fancy and insanity, like I don’t know. Now it fucking rains. The face in the cloud, darker now, chides me for forgetting my umbrella. […]
Read More Poetry: “Blue-Sky Thinking” by Salvatore DifalcoI sprinkle a plastic cup of salt on the icy, ribboned, lacey, slippery sidewalk. Cold prickles my face. Ice crackles, like laughter and small talk at a gathering party. Then, the sun appears. Pink salt crystals, dissolve, invisible, except on the toe of my left boot—a white streak over the scuffed brown leather. I want […]
Read More Poetry: “Crackle” by Joshua WetjenThe sugar maples survived the taps
their viscous blood dripping into galvanized pails […]
The rest of the coffee
was disturbed by nightmares, […]
Abuelo falls into the ice chest
chugs another Modelo, admits […]
Robots don’t believe in ghosts, they attribute
the wheezing and clicking of late-night phantoms […]
At the gate, bottles with cut lips. Crypts of grass cuttings. Moth wings. Stationary […]
Read More POETRY: “Lotería” by Philip KobylarzI thought I heard some tough young redwoods
trying to get the ancients’ attention
but the elder trees are not interested in prattle, […]
I’d like to know the
Funny thing in your ribs. […]
I can tell you about the student learning
by holding a bag of beans in her palm
in order to feel the weight of the notes […]
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