“Remembrance of a Waltz” was composed with the downfall of the Romanov dynasty in mind; its martial rhythm is meant to remind the listener of the uprising and violence of the new regime… Continue reading
There’s slush around the tires, and Burl Ives is singing “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas,” and Tessa rides shotgun in my brand new Dodge Charger. It’s a snub-nosed beast, a shark. Heated seats… Continue reading
BEFORE THE STARS COME ON I INVESTIGATE DECAY Tonight only moon wrapped in gauze, crickets grinding the stone dark whatever they might be saying becomes erasure, past grit of things a madrona about… Continue reading
Author’s Note: π (pi or 3.14159etc.) is a transcendental number. This suggests, among other things, that no finite sequence of algebraic operations on integers (powers, roots, sums, etc.) can be equal to its… Continue reading
What is to be Done 1. At least your body will feed creatures in the soil. My breast milk is still dripping down for a dead baby. Your mind and its memory sink… Continue reading
Edgar squinted in the hard shine of the policeman’s flashlight. He was sitting on the sidewalk with his back against a chain-link fence. His neck felt like someone had twisted it halfway round.… Continue reading
*** Jan Donley writes, paints, and teaches in Boston, Massachusetts. You can read about Jan’s novel The Side Door and her other writings at http://www.jandonley.com. A gallery/store of Jan’s digital art… Continue reading
Dracula Universal Pictures, 1931 Specter, shadow: Bela, I love how it’s music that moves you, & the women. Yet, you have wooed the last of my lovers with your stare that leads to… Continue reading
The back porch world thick and swampy, birdy. The hummingbird’s on the wire, a cardinal somewhere close. I need to fill the feeder, I need to walk, I need to solve the cryptic… Continue reading
I drive below the speed limit past businesses not yet open, a house with only one lit room, pastures of Black Angus grazing. I roll down the window, rest my elbow, lean my… Continue reading
You like the boxy bodies of the horses that tilt across the rug at vases full of red and green roses, the tiny triangles of the horses’ heads lowered to batter, their back… Continue reading
After the kids go to sleep, I rinse the dishes, load them in the dishwasher and crawl into bed. Later, you’ll come downstairs after falling asleep in their beds, put the dishes away,… Continue reading
“Watch,” Dick said as he pitched a penny onto the sidewalk though he spoke with a man’s voice, in the dream he wore a child’s face and it smiled from his teeth to… Continue reading
*** Portrait painter Thao Nguyen studied painting at Ho Chi Minh University of Fine Art. She is creating a project of capturing random portraits through her way of living, traveling, and meeting random… Continue reading
March, 2015, San Jose, California Bà Ngoại’s hypnotic song fills the darkness of the room, echoing through the small chamber of the seashell. I pull it close to my head, nestling my… Continue reading
(Shane Guffogg, oils, 2006) “A courier came into the outer office with an urgent cable for my boss.” (Ellsberg, p. 7) Is a secret concealed in these layers of paint, these layers… Continue reading
“untitled letter” first appeared in bilingual magazine AJAR issue 2, which is published in Hanoi. A few changes have been made from the original publication. thư không mưa đêm co thắt họng những… Continue reading
*** Sophia E. Terazawa is a poet and performance artist. A witness at the crossroads. Her work appears in As[I]Am, Kalyani Magazine, As/Us, and other journals. Dylan Lowry makes films. He is currently working… Continue reading
04.22.14 Noodle soup for breakfast & pan flutes he tells me his early sightings hot & hotter today new bites on my knees moon on blue like a stray slip of cloud sheets… Continue reading