Month: August 2014

SLOTS ARE FOR SUCKERS By: Monica Hall I have no beef with Las Vegas. In fact, it’s a swell place to marry on a lark.

The Piano Player Explains Himself By Allen Grossman When the corpse revived at the funeral, The outraged mourners killed it; and the soul Of the

Always on/on By: Bogdan Puslenghea The same fly, curiosity and speed Faith becomes you Idiot   sub Repeat   ht Eat    g At     i L I’ve seen

What is left. By: Mark Sargent ON GENEROSITY (for H. Marshall Peter) NOT WHAT GIVEN NOT WHAT GIVEN NOW WHAT GIVEN NOT is what came

WATCH by Mike White Dog roped to a tree, perfecting a circle in the leaves, in the snow, in the grass.

The Dead by Ellery Akers The dead can’t hear us when we talk: there isn’t air thin enough for our words, solid as they are,

Egocentric Orbit by John Cory Near the end of his fifteenth orbit as Greenland slipped by noiselessly below, he made the routine measurements that tested

New Sheets by Hal Sirowitz I won’t be around forever, Mother said. One day I’m going to die, so I might as well nag you

Fire Sermon by Robert Gray The lissome bay is silvered slightly, in its supine lightness; a stocking-textured water takes the morning’s cerise. But soon, between