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Rejoice!, Part 2

XXIV. A taxi pulled up to the wall and stopped. Two men of indeterminate age came out of it, put a couple of photos in a shrine, lit two candles, and…


“The Coming Generation,” “Peggy,” “Drive-By Shooting on Pine,” and Other Poems

The Coming Generation As children we embrace the early stages of infinity, not anchored by responsibility, or old age, that penultimate resting…


Wikihow: Online Submission in Four Steps (with Pictures)

1. Write I type a word or just a few to be read, edited or viewed askew sentences strung together by brain or heart cock and hand I retract myself…


30 Birds: “Geronimo Sunset!” by Jun. 27

Chapter 1: Subway Metro Tube Train Platform Molden, not molten, green or brown or orange, or all of ‘em, ‘pendin’ on the location, conglomerations,…


Sun

Sun sun sun Shining bright Life Power Is it God? No no no It can’t be it can’t be But it’s so intense It must be It must be God! It must be God!…


Starry Night, Hungry Night

Everyone who lives must eat. She whispered these words to herself whenever horror crept into her thoughts. The first night had been the worst. She…


Yaks on the Andes

Verse 1 Spoiled milk Carrots on my knee Chips on my knee Spoiled milk Children of Sudan being beheaded daily I don't care Spoiled milk Ishmael Beah…


6 to 6: Morenci in My Rear-View Mirror

She exhaled marijuana smoke into my cab when she got in and told me to take her to Tucson Medical Center. “The E.R.?” I said. “You all right?” “I’m…


“Spaghetti Dinner,” “Cincinnati,” “White Studies,” and Other Poems

Spaghetti Dinner I, too, only cook once a year. I, too, cook for friends and family. I, too, leave a mess for my wife. I, too, am hated. It’s not the…


100 Daddies

The man I’ve always called my father won me at a card game when I was three years old, lost me at seven, won me back at eight, lost me again. In…