Non-Contest Submissions: “Desire” (Issue 75) UPDATE: We have re-opened non-contest submissions for fiction, nonfiction and poetry for the next two weeks, until Saturday, November 10th, 2018. Submit! Contest Submissions: “Desire” (Issue 75) Submission Period: September 24th – November 5th Finalist Judges: Jo Ann Beard – Nonfiction Contest Nicole Walker – Flash Prose
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Clatter-drawn, drawn by hail.In rain the stones go soft and feral.You’re ferocious in trauma’s pelt,prickly skins each generationpasses down, heavy and re-stitched. You’re a roar of grassesand lashed panes, a rabbit haunchquivering
What Happens in Hour Four? I’m paying attention to the lyrics in this song which go you can’t…always get…what you want… but if you try…you get what you need. I’m paying attention
Dirty light in the tiny hours. Rubbed myself off on a fire hydrant in the shadows. For want of a more accessible protuberance. It was the old night terroirs had me up.
Translated from the Slovenian by Brian Henry healers / flat sky / flame gifts for the hill / dachshunds blue cellophane / blue color of bread blue white walls / dante blood
You always leave them on the trees to rot & it so pains me to see this every fall those gorgeous pinkish red orbs like pinkish red planets become hollowed a reminder that time
I do understand what would drive someone to chart their loneliness on a grid. I do understand the precipitous tower of books relies on labors paid and unpaid, mine and others, in
KISS EVERYONE YOU CAN, FOR SURE — title from Alex Dimitrov’s “Sunset on 14th Street” — a twin cinema for the end of the line & those there with us It was
Abies lasiocarpa (bifolia) PINE FAMILY H 90’; D 18”. Tree with spire-shaped crown; Wait, matted shrub above tree line. Needles 1”,
I. The tongue, and salt, and onion, leek, celery, carrot and a tub of tomato paste all go into the biground enamel blue pot. The tongue of the domesticated animal peeled but
so that I may invent my lungs AIMÉ CÉSAIRE 1. call this radicalized grief call this rigorous animality call this divine sorrow 2. in which there is no innovating loss in which