happiness
happiness by louise gluck A man and a woman lie on a white bed. It is morning. I think Soon they will waken. On the
happiness by louise gluck A man and a woman lie on a white bed. It is morning. I think Soon they will waken. On the
headshot by diy danna She submitted her headshot to Vogue, a bullet wound through the face courtesy of Adobe PhotoShop 6.0 and the Editor wrote
Sex by gene defcon A lifetime of cones Can never erase the memory Of that soft pink cylinder Easing through the waters
Lewis Has Got The Universe in His Hand and Won’t Let Go by ismael ricardo archbold The way the sky won’t mix with the ground,
Wonderkids by shawn misener if you take a tennis ball soak it in kool-aid and implant it in a fresh loaf of wonderbread you get
Maturity by jim benz At twelve o’clock, revulsion / on the telephone and a yellow blur / cutting ribbons in my head: dissolultion / of
Strand by cassie lewis I jolt awake. Remember beer for breakfast in seedy bars. Furnishings close in, suddenly, their sweat. What is this wanderlust decorating.
The Tennis Party by david macpherson It was a tennis party that we were about. We found ourselves with tennis rackets, so we deduced that
a small head sound by meghan tennison blockage, swollen community sickness stovetop gasoline aggravates argument bubble a chore to draw movements freedom for the liquid
Beginning by j. alan nelson Relax. We are lost in that beginning eons lost before you slid from my mother’s womb felt limbs move freely