By Victor D. Infante
It would have been Erica Erdman’s birthday today, a fact the Internet has been reminding me of incessently. It’s a jarring little quirk of technology, this seeing the names and faces of dead friends appear …
By Victor D. Infante
It would have been Erica Erdman’s birthday today, a fact the Internet has been reminding me of incessently. It’s a jarring little quirk of technology, this seeing the names and faces of dead friends appear … Continue reading→
At Great Kills Field, Staten Island two days before I turn 68
By Robert Bohm
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When the fathers lean against the chain-link backstop, each
grimly eyeing the details
of his son’s playing, the baby
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Tally
By Yago S. Cura
After you were corralled in Brega,
before they transferred you to Tripoli,
Berlin starts teething hard; I mean I can hear
his teeth coming in: sounds like slack getting waxed.
Two Poles and a Suicide
(in memoriam Reetika Vazirani)
By Leslie McGrath
Look how her dark eyes smile
black as her last night, though
the photo is curled, yellow.
A chip. A chip to shoulder.
By Jade Sylvan
Jade Sylvan: So I’ve been thinking a lot of the modern sort of Punk Rock DIY touring that happens now, you know, like, people in a car driving to a place, and sometimes you have … Continue reading→