A plumber came to snake the drain. Big snake or little snake? he said. And so […]
TQ7 Poetry Contest
Ruminating hungers that I’ve had since reading Rabelais— Appetite grows by eating—I recollect how only plump chicks—fat […]
American Boomer by Curtis Derrick
I am in this world, not self, not seed, not stamen-dusted pistil flicking in the wind—the […]
April, Andromeda by John James
Somewhere off the coast of our own defeated world I approach the mangroves, blooming. The wings […]
Torschlusspanik (Already the Sun) by John James
I haven’t read Carlos Bulosan or José Rizal. I haven’t read Jessica Hagedorn. I haven’t read […]