Untitled by Simon Perchik

Untitled by Simon Perchik

* It has nothing to do with the banjo –this chair aches for wheels that will rust, wobble the way riverbeds grow into something else   –where there was a mouth, there’s now wet dirt and with a single gulp the Earth is drained by a compass that points to where...
Child Under the Armor by Fabrice Poussin

Child Under the Armor by Fabrice Poussin

Child Under the Armor A gentle hand through the drapes as the rains of August drown the memories into a sea of sweet waves gratifying as a divine nectar the doors part with a soft hope-carrying breath.   Peeking in with the care of a cat-burglar in a mausoleum...
Ghosts of You by Larissa Mariani

Ghosts of You by Larissa Mariani

GHOSTS OF YOU Today a man stood next to me he reminded me of you   the cigarettes cough limp tattoos attitude   observed him too good for too long enkindling ghosts of you   and after het talked to himself for a good length of time   I remember...