Howie Good Ode to Selfies The star- shaped holes twinkled and undulated and seemed to encourage selfies, but as I lifted my phone, I saw my face splinter into many tiny, incomplete truths, little details like clues that it’s spring, a car found abandoned on a suicide bridge, still running. Howie Good will give anything […]
Read MorePoems
Brad Rose: “Lullaby”
Brad Rose Lullaby In place of light, dream trespasses throughout our bodies, unthinkable stars whirr weightless, while in the next apartment, two secrets shush the darkness to sleep, as if it were an infant sky. Brad Rose frequently contributes to Right Hand Pointing and One Sentence Poems. His book of poems and micro fiction, Pink X-Ray, will be available Spring, 2015 […]
Read MoreSarah J. Sloat: “Separate Bed”
Sarah J. Sloat Separate Bed For some time now I’ve slept in my own bed, the so-called sleigh style whose foot- and headboards bend as if tobogganing over a cool cheek of snow, inviolate and undisturbed. Sarah J. Sloat lives in Germany.
Read MoreSreedhar Vinnakota: “Plato Didn’t Move”
Sreedhar Vinnakota Plato Didn’t Move Had Plato moved from his chair to take a closer look at the object he beheld, he would well have said: let the beholder be, what is beautiful from far, is often far from beautiful. Sreedhar Vinnakota is a theoretical physicist who lives in Chennai, India.
Read MoreChris Fradkin: ” * * * “
Chris Fradkin * * * As her long gaze fell, sweeping past the roof, a nest of starlings burst in formless flight. Chris Fradkin is a former beet farmer / he spends time in California and Brazil.
Read MoreHannah Nahar: “Secret”
Hannah Nahar Secret I’ve spent a whole lifetime trying to explain what homesickness feels like inside my body, but when I open my mouth I say your name. Hannah Nahar is a writer from Boston, where she studies at Tufts University, tries tomove toward adulthood unscathed, and fights her urge to start whispering poetry into […]
Read MoreElizabeth McMunn-Tetangco: “On the Last Ferry”
Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco On the Last Ferry The city is a lace of aching light falling away. Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco loves pitbulls and can’t smell.
Read MoreMelanie Barbato: “Double Trouble”
Melanie Barbato Double Trouble When the person I want to be becomes too close to a person I could have been the encounter is always awkward like meeting at a party a woman who wears my dress but suits it better. Melanie Barbato has recently completed her doctoral studies on Indian philosophy at LMU Munich and […]
Read More