Genre: Poetry

First Lesson in Violence

Issue 3 | Summer 2019 |

    There are occasions when I say, Pull yourself together, bitch. It could be worse. You could be living in Ancient Greece when women had to turn into Laurel trees to avoid getting raped By Apollo, and even then it was no guarantee. Even if you weren’t a woman, I say again to myself, …

Amsterdam Why

Issue 3 | Summer 2019 |

    As we began to land in Amsterdam, the pilot put on “Queen Jane Approximately,” and for twenty years I’ve wondered why that song, why Amsterdam, why I loved that girl who asked me why I wore those jeans, that sinister expression. The world has not collapsed, she said, as we dodged the bikers …

Small Endeavors

Issue 3 | Summer 2019 |

  There’s a man so willing to sell alarm clocks—like a teenager focused on sex—that he lets them buzz all day on the sidewalk ledge for the passersby. I think, the batteries are draining. I think, his wife, in one of these buildings that surround us, crochets washcloths and listens to the radio, a cat …

Swallowing the Sun

Issue 3 | Summer 2019 |

    Hiding behind dark lenses, I try to escape the oppression of the season. The sun is my enemy, smiling while it threads disease into my skin, leaving teeth marks behind my eyes. The sky takes a shallow breath, while the sand tangles its fingers into trappings of lazy afternoons that stretch across reflections …

Homemade, (n., adj.)

Issue 3 | Summer 2019 |

    In my mind, it is resolute. No singe or zing like the 16th century fire-new & brand-new—fresh from the forge or furnace, nor mysterious as brand-spanking-new which shows up later, meaning remarkable, what we once called store-bought. The word lives in the mouth humbly, firmly; strolls arm-in-arm down the lane with homemaker, made-up, …

Flâneur

Issue 3 | Summer 2019 |

    is a city thing, for country lanes are so primordially dark you might imagine God sighed in relief when his first utterance sparked a sunrise. To stroll the New York streets at twilight, watch the buildings disgorge their hidden hordes— as if to create a middle river. To absorb the lissome change of …

Departure

Issue 3 | Summer 2019 |

    Houston, Gate E7, Heathrow-bound. Forty five minutes before boarding. Messy lines and selfies. A metal fish           juts uncomfortably from the wall. The fountain, broken. A little girl wobbles with her Mickey Mouse bag, looks inside, cries when she sees her pyjamas. A man peers and picks at a burger, tweets it, favorites a …