issue 19

I hope I’m around when an earthquake flips a tidal wave up toward Tsunami Lanes. Or when all the TV couples we’ve shipped get divorced, and whatever remains is dissected for our viewing pleasure. If you’re not here for this tragedy we call an after-party, why come at doors? All I’m saying is how perfect, […]

I am exquisite in the darkness— Never Blanche DuBois. Never so derelict, but maybe the same sickness; the same hunger for those tarantula arms. I am drowsing in phosphorescence    lulled from these sinuous shores by those questions of divinity: The wound in the right side and the mirroring of fevered light. Flash cut: Streetcar reconsidered […]

to swallow you whole. others it takes the voice of a former life. a forgotten voicemail, or an old youtube video. and maybe one day feeling my absence will leave your teeth aching, or maybe it will make you feel more christmas lights than brush fire and guilt. i think one day your name will […]

it was always Seattle it was always in the dark our bodies in search of something a drink a dance an open doorway the four of us, one me two duos you with your pale eyes, your name I saw a love inside distantly, we four walked Seattle’s Greek row, four who would never arrive, […]

me, my softness starts somewhere in my belly, unfolding like freshly pressed grass; it arises from somewhere you cannot reach by just the touch of my skin she, keeps tepid water cupped in her hands like kindness, adjusting to the temperature of her skin the longer she holds it close she tells me: this valerian […]