By Roxanne Dent
Chapter Six: “Muskrat Ramble”
“Willie Kasper is a character,” Harry informed me as we hailed a cab across town. “He eats with his mouth open. He’s pushy and loud, but has … Continue reading→
By Roxanne Dent
Chapter Five: “Ain’t She Sweet”
I slept through the night. When I awoke, my arm was stiff. It ached. I had a small scab and an ugly black and blue bruise. … Continue reading→
Mestizo
By Asa Martinez
There’s a person with unnamed skin
somewhere in the salt flats
of where rivers used to be.
The baby is screaming in the desert
a waterfall not english or spanish
their mouth open like a wound.
Pastoral
By Asa Martinez
If you love … Continue reading→
By Roxanne Dent
Chapter Four: “A Dangerous Game”
Arturo’s was a speakeasy in the West Village. It wasn’t listed in the phone book. The club drew all the great jazz artists, before … Continue reading→
for No Mas Muertas [who provide direct aid to crossing migrants in the S Arizona border-region]
By Vincent Hiscock
i: water camp lunar eclipse
On the level. I couldn’t really
guess, a few random bits,
ground elements,
foreign parts arranged in a matrix.
Firepit, … Continue reading→