The people now inhabit the crowns. There is, in fact, little space up there, but no one turns off your water or comes by with the leaf blower or raises your rent out of the blue. Up …
A hair fell from her head. It fell and fell and I followed it with my gaze. It landed in one of the trays that sat on a scale. It threw the scale out of balance. The scale tilted. It …
As in some demented romantic comedy, my wife and I divided the apartment in half. She took the living room and I took the bedroom. Bivouacked and bleeding, we waited for the lawyer to finish the …
A frog jumped out of the broom closet; the wife was already screaming; and the husband burst into the kitchen, squeezed the trigger of his face. In the time it took the morning light to stream …
I don’t want to go to the mosque only women may walk around in gold and silk ustad says when he caresses my ears my Arabic teacher calls me his gazelle
Majnun loves his Layla like a man possessed his love burns hearts glasses and plates...
I write to the learned Sufi the rabbi the imam and the shaman on WhatsApp whom I now have to pay my dowry...
A strong wind breaks a tree branch by the roadside. The branch trips up an electric bike. Its food delivery box tumbles to the ground. A rental bike bumps against it, tips over. The two riders fall …
“Well if you leave out his personal life, he was a happy man.” —Lynn Brown Jr., business associate of Wallace Stevens It is, of course, old Wallace Stevens, austere as a cow in autumn, …
In what may have been our last week, we went down to the late afternoon meadow, and stood at the high blueberry bushes,
At night, my friend, awake in bed, takes yet another hard candy from the box, heedless of its taste, and after unwrapping it, throws the wrapper on the floor where it will remain for a million years. …
The woman walks away from the car. Her husband in the driver’s seat and the children in the back seat sleep, dreaming of summer storms. We watch her from our car in complete silence, pondering. …
& ignores it. Instead, the artist paints himself & his easel perched on the edge of a landscape of stone edifices & staircases that hug the earth like the rumored hanging gardens of antiquity.
There are many ways to leave and not all of them involve disappearing into yourself. Some are easy as (_____). Say it: flight. (_____), etymology archery, the passage of days, tail of a dart, a …
The first part, 再, meaning again . Again, threading a line through the eye. Images frozen in the lens, another morning’s silence caught in water. Wrinkles in a sheet of glass, …
Miranda and Steve are fighting and she’s telling him she’s not the right kind of woman. Charlotte puts on a mustache and a three piece suit for a photographer who’s turned on by crossdressing. …
Fled Sheeran: Ed, but a coward. Dead Sheeran: Ed, but RIP. Undead Sheeran: Ed, but even paler. Bread Sheeran: Ed, but sourdough. Bred Sheeran: Ed, but stuffed with a …
if Lady Gaga was a barracuda, she would be Lady Gargar _____ I’m a Marksist, as in I despise all men named Mark …
If Wednesday, the doctor’s. Trees stationed, canceling the first light. If Wednesday, blue of no privacy. Boston hospital where in me we see. The overwhelming matter. The whole mind. …
all of us have read, at some point, a biography / or at least a timeline