Issue 8

The Western world stretches behind like the wake of a battleship. The clouds are time warps. Sipping tea and talking sex, we fly through the same air as missiles and tv signals. My grandfather, [...]

1 I’s a Christian fer ’bout three months a year’r so ago — Danged if I don’t wish I hadn jist gone ahead’n died then. 2 Well, reckon I’m a – gittin old — I’d shore give a purty penny to be [...]

silence becomes a giant bell without a tongue somebody slowly lowers it over me

we fell silent there is no picture nor words nor understanding and no other parameter cats have four paws so is other information similar in front of us the dimensions are being opened fell [...]

Now, when I talk it is not just to say this or that. But it is to say what is between. Over there, under the sycamore, runs the argumentative periwinkle. The blue eye of southern spring. Over [...]

There can be no virtuous man Who stops writing poetry And stops telling the truth. He does not lie, he does not cheat… Is this all this sort manages? This is how we stand, my brother, with this. [...]

High noon. Pacific heat: The no-teeth village boss, laughing, tosses baby shark to the back of the boat where I’m sitting sunburned and jumpy, the big gringa joke, but I don’t cry. I stare him [...]

Each love creates its own final cause. Crimson, orange, pink and violet wisps arch behind the oak and pine — draped mountain’s distant, unseen slope. The gray, creaky, board-warped dock projects [...]