By Erin Belieu
Morning thick with inscrutable dinge; another season drained. I’m watching the pest control man fill...
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- By Patricia GuzmanBrother, this morning was full of movement, sun flooding the windows and dew on every green thing. The...
- By Sarah RuhlDeath no wild thing and you a boy, Max. One night in your room (or body) a forest grew and the walls...
- By Paisley RekdalHow horrible it is, how horrible that Cronenberg film where Goldblum’s trapped with a fly inside his...
- By Elane KimIt’s New Year’s. It’s New Year’s & the stars are white-hot & all your favorite dishes are flushed warm...
- By Georg TraklAt evening they bore the stranger into the death parlor; a scent of tar; the faint rustling of red sycamores...
- By Kate Aschethe sac itself wasclear and I cleaned itlike a window and in the windowsaw my baby our baby[birdlike...
- By Corey ZellerSam Kinison died on his back on the side of a highway seemingly talking to God. Richard Pryor’s family...
- By Catherine BarnettWe keep saying “it’s ok it’s ok it’s ok” to the improvisations sweeping through my father’s body like...
- By Catherine BarnettIt should be easy, I tell my son, to dispose of the possessions kept in these rooms. I’ve left some ...
- By Adam O. Davis1. If a house is haunted like a radio is haunted If a body is a radio of blood If a body of ghosts hums...
- By Ariana Browni’m ariana & i’ve been conquered. child of méxico, africa, usa– i have someone else’s name. i was born...
- By Kevin PruferThe brutality of those two men who broke into her apartment and murdered her boyfriend, then, as she...
- By Sally Wen MaoIn Santa Monica, the sunrise has this way of emptying everything inside you. I visit my future deathbed...
- By Justin Phillip ReedThere it goes, thin thing, cheshiring between trees whose reaper-robes trail their trains deep underground...
- By Amber AdamsOn the morning after my death it will seem like any other day where you will both wake and sleep and...
- By C.L. O’DellOne day either you or me as if drugged will be staring at a collage of photos in an unfamiliar foyer...
- By Amy M. AlvarezNaturally, broken glass, throbbing bass, a roll of bills and a paper bag passed between the hands of...
- By Reginald Dwayne Betts[An Outline for a Film] A woman leans against a man who leans against a brick wall watching cars stop...
- By Diana Marie DelgadoI turn on the radio and hear voices, girls becoming women after tragedy. Talk about dreams! His heart...