Originally published in Georgian in the Georgian monthly literary magazine ახალი საუნჯე (Akhali Saunje ) in November, 2016. Let me warn you at the outset that this Macbeth has nothing to do with… Continue reading
He gave the taxi driver the directions and settled into the back seat. No chatting with the driver. In Yerevan, taxi drivers typically chatted up the passengers. The company didn’t charge them with… Continue reading
From afar, they seem to emulate romantic Native Americans: two young lads shouting their horses on as they ride bareback, the hooves thudding into the soft road that cuts through the open pasture.… Continue reading
Click Images to Enlarge. “The works I have produced over the years reflect, admittedly, a negative view of the world. Instead of putting humankind on a pedestal and regarding its traditions and culture… Continue reading
ROSE RED TRIES TO REMEMBER A TIME BEFORE WINTER Winter began the first time I lied to my mother. The first night I pretended to sleep as my sister sneaked out, the first… Continue reading
By the time you are one hundred, you have buried almost everyone you have ever loved. One would think death and dying would be familiar to you now, after all of these years… Continue reading
the digital games that gave us the sensation that as time passed something was at stake, for those afternoons in the half story, wet plaster walls bathed in blue cathode ray tube light,… Continue reading
The following is probably a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is rendered moot by the author’s egocentrism and faulty memory. I think I first met John in middle… Continue reading
POLITICS Students argue at the table nearest mine. You should vote for that guy or that guy, or maybe a woman, they say in turn. The one decked out in camouflage tells the… Continue reading
I wasn’t always like this. I once held the position of Technical Lead at C——. Then this happened. For over a month, we’d been interviewing for a new developer to join my team.… Continue reading
Another Wedding Season –After Elif Batuman’s article “The Ice Renaissance” in the May 29, 2006 issue of The New Yorker St. Petersburg, 1740 It was so cold the brandy froze. Bats fell from… Continue reading
I couldn’t believe it let me come close, push the corner of its wing against the concrete, momentarily pinning it to the wall. Catching it under my cupped hand wasn’t possible: it was… Continue reading
Click Images to Enlarge. *** Garik Karapetyan is an Armenian artist who lives and works in Armenia, France, and the U.K. His work has been exhibited in France, the U.S., Armenia, Germany, Lebanon,… Continue reading
Do Androids Dream of Dick? I participate in the illusion I have a credit card I buy mostly organic I’m paying back my student loans some nights I experience gaps in the artifice— my pupils dilate my belly shakes ( my nervous… Continue reading
I first noticed him in my interpersonal communication course. Unlike my students in typical autumn attire, he wore, devotedly, a charcoal three-piece suit with dark pinstripes running throughout that made him seem, in… Continue reading
Just thinking about the sheer un-tethered ferocity of your talons as you slam down from your rocky perch grabbing hold of a six-pack of infant rabbits and raining them down on the sleepy… Continue reading
Isoda Okamura, the famed painter of courtesans remembered not what they wore as samurai approached them before the tea house door, but the sound of their voices, falling like snow birds, as they… Continue reading
Click Images to Enlarge. *** Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University, Rome, Georgia. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and more than… Continue reading
He’s a psychiatrist for the astronauts with a cubist right eye that sees multiple views at once. He tells me the cellular tug of tension I feel is the delusion we all have… Continue reading
Greasy lips & the kiss & the kiss & remnants of this & this swift Alabama trip. I’ve been home & I was already home & I don’t think I’ll ever wash my… Continue reading
I make lists: books I’ve read movies watched a journal of who I have been what I will do, hypothetically poems I write and the journals that don’t want them (ever the pessimist,… Continue reading
UNKNOWN PORN STAR (I) it matters little if at all the quality or creativity of the bookmark you make *** UNKNOWN PORN STAR (II) she must always leave to be plausible *** Steven… Continue reading
When you think of sound as three dimensional On a plane with coordinates Cartesian: x, y, z, Perhaps then you can imagine your garden As the centre of a cacophonic sphere That stretches… Continue reading