take me to the delta
wrap me in taro leaf
give me back
i don't want to
burden the sun
by m.g. martin of San Francisco
We hold each other close, a perfect dancing pose. The stars above us twinkle and the wind around us blows. Our dance is causing my skirt to defy gravity and his shirt to come undone. All modesty is lost, my head is tucked under his chin. This is our moment, our last moment, I say, the first truth I’ve told him. But he will never know that.
We are falling, dancing and the earth rises up to meet us.
by Aliza Greenblatt of Devon
The Devil eats children
sunflower seeds & Malibu
under dirty subway lights
making us laugh like
stretched t-s hanging over
a drunk man's knee
by Christina Rodriguez of Queens
We stuck armymen's plastic bases into sandbox battlefields and burned them into green and tan casualties with your daddy's bic lighter.
by George T. Mormann of Joliet
He announced that his final play would express his final opinion of human affairs, after a lifetime of experience and deliberation. Secretly, he had already decided on The Tempest.
That night, he finally met his future son-in-law.
The next day, he announced that he would direct King Lear.
by Robert Laughlin of Chico
When cigarettes no longer bring you pleasure
or bad customer service.
by Jenny Rossi of Newport
Most never get a room of one’s own or drown eternally on Pernod with Zelda weeping. Scott wakes up, takes a sip, types a few words about moving glows, empty mansions, and ferry boats. Zelda runs in, nervous and hot. "Scott all you do is type and drink with that limp dick of yours." "Things were harder in Paris." "Fuck You." "Can’t, typing."
by Paul Vincent Andrews of Detroit