Paranoia, Like Violence, is Always Justified

Perfectly Silent but something’s unstill A motion unseen, only felt by the skilled A twitch--- A turn This is a dance No one feels safe but there’s…


Trumpet Screams

Trumpet Screams told to be silent             So we sit silent…


“Gamification of Pain” and “Fruition”

Gamification of Pain Currency that survives the washing machine, a crumpled scroll in the back pocket of jeans that appends your flash fiction in the…


Post-Einstein Bagels

In this morning, I was accompanied by the sight of two cardinals cycling the air, like blushed-red in aerial view, and the sound of gravity at work,…


Eight Poems by Anna Akhmatova

Untitled by Anna Akhmatova translated by Don Mager If all in the world who have petitioned me For spiritual assistance,--- All the holy fools and the…


“‘Divination’ is Lazy,” “Alton,” and “Koresh (The Death Rattle)”

"Divination" is Lazy Here’s an almost certain idea of the future: more bleeding gums and leaning up on the counter a stomach cancer salting a snail’s…


Fucking vs. Making Love

Alexandria said hi by flashing her ass at me while dancing in white sweatpants. Stacy was from Ohio and pronounced it “A-hi-A.” Constance lashed out…


Nuance of Damage

I. Hope is faster than light, its speed beyond measure. It’s alive, today, but what about tomorrow? Easy come, easy… I need something to build up my…


“In an Obscure Park in Budapest,” “The Horde,” “Beside the Duna,” and Other Poems

In an Obscure Park in Budapest Into an obscure park in Budapest I go because the blackbirds called me. One called, rather. Another shuffles in the…


“Do Angels Smile,” “Death in a Metro Bar,” and “Daughter of the Night”

Do Angels Smile Do angels smile in the dark night as they watch over the sleeping child guarding, protecting until light? The infant, innocent, meek…