Category: LIT

Social (Media) Distortion

I pursued him with a single minded determination that had been notably lacking in my previous endeavours. I wanted Richard to be mine like I craved my next breath, my next dream. He was a friend of a friend. When…

Opposable

The featured image accompanying this poem, entitled ‘Uninspired’, have been used with the permission of artist Patricio Betteo. About Patricio Betteo: Patricio Betteo, son of south-american parents, was born in Mexico City in the late 70’s. Since 1999 he has focused…

Blind Devotion

I jack off to one of the pictures of her I have saved on my computer and after I’m done I send her a message to tell her what I did. She likes that kind of stuff and I know she’d want to…

The God in the Attic

In our attic, among things, as it seems of past lives, lives a bitter God. When guests come to our house, we don’t mention him. When we’re alone, we talk about him quietly, fearing of being heard. We do not…

Lichtenberg Figures

The skin is the largest organ of the human body. It insulates and protects. It contains all we are. Fluids, muscles, tissues and bones, shuddering and rotating like machines beneath its thin surface. Its aspects are manifold. It regulates heat…

Wednesday

It’ll be a Wednesday.   It’ll be cloudy outside. There will be fog creeping over the ravine and remnants of an early-morning rain still drifting in the air. You’ll ask me to come to your room. I’ll have no idea…

Ezzie Minus Zero

That day, Ezzie didn’t fantasize about leaving her husband the way she did every other day of the week, which when calculated, amounted to five prickly years of wishing. And where this feeling came from didn’t matter to her; what…

Where’s Nana?

She’s lighting a cigarette. The first time pops lost his words, I found her between the legs of a railway, staring at the ocean of distance before her, measuring foot by plank, how many steps she must take until she…

Hurricane

hurricane Syllables [hur-i-keyn, huhr– or, esp. British, -kuh n] –noun After a couple weeks sentence of staying in some foreign place with trees, she came back home and Miami jumped her, hugging her and licking her like an over-joyed dog, she dropped to her…

Skirt

I. I see a video of women cycling in short dresses talking of how not to flash. They wide-angled their legs, pull the back of their skirts and with a coin and a rubber band marry it to the front…

The Beach

The city centre fast food restaurant, part of a chain known across the world, was empty when the young couple entered. They paused to survey the display boards of familiar fare: burgers and fries plus some recent healthy options. It…

Godland: Sammie Jo

Sammie Jo don’t talk much. Her mother like to cut out her tongue any time she speaks up. A bone outta socket. As big as the couch she sits on; you could fluff her like a piller. At eighteen, her…

Ca’Venezia: Your Voice

Your voice alights on my armhair, a whiff of cigar smoke— caramel, and ghostly— “Cities die; let them.” Black thing to say. I patter around it as you swell. Graces and fits filled Her once, leaning trailing wisps filtering down…

Hello I am a Star

Sky sky sky sky stars Stars and stars and stars HELLO STARS I love you Blink blink blink twinkle Sky, my home I am the fire I burn I bright I delight Love none but everyone All the stars so…

You Look Just Like Your Sister

The red door to my home opened and the fresh smell of warm turkey and cranberry sauce collided with my senses the way Sticky the beagle collided with my shins. Had it not been for his joyful barks of recognition,…

At the Beach

It was difficult getting everything together but she wanted to do it for Yacov. The jaundice had left her weak, drained, and the enervating August heat of Tel Aviv was not much help. The doctor had said she should try…

Paper Boat

Three walls of the room are made of tin, but on the fourth side a polished floor opens, running like fabric into curtains of lace, into wallpapers dotted with flowers, into ceilings pierced with mirror baubles, unicorns, antelopes. A wind…

The Lives of Invisible People

The featured image accompanying this poem, entitled ‘Corazon Salvaje’, has been used with the permission of artist, Jose Lopez.

Led

“Let’s be in love for just tonight,” you said, When I had better things to do in red High heels. Encircling your big bad bed Like scouts around a campfire, ahead A ring of muscles pressing us instead Of sense,…

A Draft of the Worst Love Letter Ever Written

A Draft of the Worst Love Letter Ever Written   Dearest Stacie, Dear Stacie, My Dear Fri, June 16th, 2014 Stacie, Well hello! Greetings from Kansas! Just kidding, I’m in Oz without you! Haha This thick heat must be screwing…