father once felt he knew what cars explained with honks. even / while asleep, he made notes of their chatter-boxing
By Albert Thomas“Because he said that if he didn’t want to be here, he wouldn’t be here, you now think about that when he is not here.” They say, anyway,
By Delphine Bedient"Two days later the Philistines enter the city. Saul is at home looking at his oatmeal and white toast when Chief shows up at the door."
By Pete Segall"Gunpowder clings to me like perfume... Did I shoot this man? No holes in him but mine."
By Drew Pham"Jeanette went home and called Social Services, who said there was nothing they could do about it because eccentric behavior was not enough grounds for an evaluation."
By Marléne ZadigYou see stars over my nipples—shoot me— / the cover girl, hands reaching
By Dorothy ChanYou who were baked Alaska melting and no one certain how to salvage the ruin.
By Jess Feldman"You can imagine the look on the poor lawyer’s face who first worked on this with us. Bless you, Jason. You deserved every penny."
By Meg CharltonWhen I took you / in my hands I tore you up and lost my hope.
By Meghan Maguire Dahn"I would like my pictures to look as if a human being had passed between them, like a snail, leaving a trail of the human presence, memory trace
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