and yellow and red. The spectacle is yellow, the evening is red. Red cumulus spread about the tent. Ceiling is the unknown. Round is infinite. Flag is subtle. 1 never returns. They arise within. Center is blindness, girth A circumference. They dangle the tent’s top with dusty wavelets of laughs. Swirling up, twirling, self- hypnotizing, […]
Read more2 poems | Connolly Ryan
Resentment is the New Champagne “Every time a friend succeeds. I die a little.”—Gore Vidal Drink up now, there’s plenty for everyone. That dude smirking in his kayak, eye-rolling prior to Eskimo-rolling: you’ve got it in for him, whether you know it or like it or not. Where does he get off? Or that lady […]
Read more2 poems | Meeah Williams
The Month of Dead Sparrows April is the month of dead sparrows in my pillow case in the vegetable crisper stuffed in the mailbox with the junk mail I find them everywhere I am in a movie starring dead sparrows I am married to a dead sparrow all my children are sparrows dead in the […]
Read more2 poems | Paul Alzate-Moreno
The Calculator So careful, full of measure, You weigh me against myself. My good faces off Against the darkness, And I want my champion, The white knight to win. My heart sighs, Which sways your scales. Your math exercise: Perhaps you do it From fear of calamity. Or you serve some goal Beyond what I […]
Read more2 poems | J.P. Herrera
open mic it was a day I went out on and there was this sad, stupid white woman and she said she was a poet and told us to go to her workshop because she was a poet and then she read some poetry about a whale but it wasn’t that good so she told […]
Read moreTreasure Chest | Emily Wierzbowski
I started collecting secrets when I was just six years old. Like most collections, mine gathered dust in forgotten places and yellowed on old pages. When the sickness set in, like other people who realize that they are dying, these misplaced pieces of my past gained a newfound importance. Once you can fix a percentage […]
Read moreThe Things I Think About While Giving Head | Meeah Williams
The overworked air conditioner blocks out the sound of traffic from the nearby highway, the new house going up next door, and whatever else is going on in the world. What time is it, anyway? Nearly ten. I’m so sluggish all I want to do is close my eyes and go back to sleep in […]
Read moreTelephone Operator Romance | Zachary Lussier
It was not originally apparent to the girl how much he loved the telephone. She should have been skeptical when he insisted the telephone come to bed with them the first time he made love to her. Now, thinking back on it, he was probably on the telephone the whole time in his mind. Putting […]
Read moreSomething Like Freedom | Joe Marchia
The day I graduated from college, I stood for a long time in the bathroom. I studied the mirror for signs of adulthood, as I had not done since I started puberty. I checked to see, if in some way, the event had left any physical markers. Maybe I had developed a wrinkle, or my […]
Read more2 Pieces | Kirby Wright
Reunion with a Friend Lost for 38 Years Meet me at the pub’s fire pit. I have a wife and you do too. I consider this a test. Who picks up the tab?
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VAGABOND CITY 