Inventory of What Still Moves Somewhere the lungs are still doing their small, unremarked work. Somewhere a pulse keeps its appointment with the dark side of the wrist.
Poetry
“We haven’t seen you a while, Come home” Sorry mami no The textbooks have just uncuffed me Idleness a luxury I shouldn’t presume Duties the hands on a …
Poetry
Welcome to the woolen nest of my heart A tiny airhole opened to the brisk wind of a new year A little oxygen to feed the fire And …
Poetry
Zac Porter’s debut novel, Syntax, is a new-age Bildungsroman that navigates the postmodern, the ever-budding rhizome of existence …
Essay
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On the rare occasion when I dine with friends, I find that not only I, but also Lan, …
Flash Fiction
Meal Time Each morning, I boil the ocean to make my tea. I season my eggs with just sea and I eat it with a side of …
Poetry
Must be sixteen or older and show valid identificationI don’t personally have a problem with younger boys, but rules …
Short Story
Cosmic Joke I’m dying. screamed out into windowless night before being coaxed back to a confused bed.
Poetry
The Dishwasher I work the constellations of soap foam as the steam rolls up like little scrolls. My wife is still asleep.
Poetry
If I’ve learned one thing in my long slog through this vale of tears, it’s that any nincompoop …
Short Story
What Keeps Her Blind exchange Can’t look both ways Caved in discussions All up in the air He said she was Loose Tight percussion Kept her moving By the jukebox …
Poetry
Old Skeezer died many years back, before my time even. He was the town miser who lived at …
Short Story
Kim is curled up in her favourite wingback chair, wrapped in the crocheted blanket her mother made for her …
Short Story
pheromonal? Zeusian grok: outa (I thought) lotta blue sky a lightning bolt surprises you distracts radar from what I had presumed an ability to navigate these …
Poetry
Daylight, bright but not too bright, like it is on a cloudy day, a soft white with bluish …
Short Story
On the drive home, NPR is talking about the earthquake in Turkey. It’s been all over the news for …
Short Story
Anytime he sees a magnet, he runs his finger over its surface and glances at me. A boy …
Short Story
In seventh grade, the year President Ford pardoned Nixon, Vinny and Lou asked me for help. A request …
Short Story
The Beach Smooth grey pebbles lie among the shingle like sea eggs on hard orange and yellow chips of glass Only the high spring tides wash up to …
Poetry
La Diva La Diva Who is La Diva not you bathrobe between the legs in the shards of shattered mirror stuck in tufts of red shag but La …
Poetry
Participant Four women from her choir meet bi-weekly with my wife to sing: still strong sopranos, one alto. They do show-tunes and reminiscent rock, interspersed with raucous laughter; …
Poetry
Nick Flowers was a fifty something loner, a dreamer who slogged through life with a Tom Waitt’s song in …
Short Story
pheromonal? Zeusian grok: outa (I thought) lotta blue sky a lightning bolt surprises you distracts radar from what I had presumed an ability to navigate these …
Poetry
An Almost Miss Gripping our raft, with rope burns, blistering hands, under a blinding, searing sun. We float along a churning river, while Father Time draws a constant line and …
Poetry
On New Year’s Eve they met on a notorious street corner that was familiar to her. They might …
Flash Fiction
My dad’s brows knitted in displeasure. As our guest, he curbed his temper, choosing instead to embark on …
Flash Fiction