Ryan Gunn

Tonight, symbols take us The Moon is an anemic face circling a mistake we call time Death, a […]

Night by Duo Duo translated by Ming Di and Katie ...

My eyes have messed me up, so I see Earth Above me walk on clouds now, where Directions […]

I let myself be kissed like the man finds the plums in the icebox and eats them and […]

Scrolled parchment, spiraled into safe- keeping. Texts pressed, snailed into cells. Flesh scrolled into mine, just an arm […]

I. I’ve been meaning to tell you that the skin around her eyes was thin with blue veins […]

The soul Flies with the Owls and it Snows feathers. Spring is a Seagull-feathered Rascal from Scotland with […]

I am sitting next to Samuel Beckett and he’s sleeping. The four short plays are about to begin, […]

Where I am, it is Texas now, a constellation of suns caught in the lemon tree, no one […]

My father wraps plums with newspapers. I cut the pages in half. He wraps the plums. We are […]

If I hadn’t been grounded, I would have wandered with Rita and LeShawndra down Sprague Avenue. After getting […]

My computer is aglow, sharp afternoon glare from slanted kitchen windows, from sun that will eventually […]

The man and the woman slammed themselves into the car with relief. Certainly, the little beach cottage […]