Fiction and Poetry

‘Arena Ukraine’

At every side, cannons. And the only escape... A small and muddy swath with lungs of afternoon and flowers of yesterday soaked in earth and red oil. Kettles in either hand each glowing as stars and...

“on either side of the river was the tree of life”

  my favorite historian says “Evangelicals want to keep Israel real for the rapture,” now their plans are falling into place: their bombs are falling into Gaza; their anti-Zionism = anti-Semitism equation is falling...

‘Leopard’ and more poems

LEOPARD Thus walks a beast in Eden, Oblivious of a long thinking tail, Thinking nothing of who wove the spots, Why velvet hands carry the most fatal claws, but during thirst,...

Three Sonnets

TONGUEA tongue was plantedin my mouth,then candida growling in the house,patted flattwo-handed rote,a love-bound pact,ring of throat ─that dog, long-dead,and dead-wrong,bowing its headlike a...

The Beckoning Reeds

On a dismal autumn afternoon, Eleanor Lytton made her way along a narrow boardwalk through the reeds and cattails of a desolate marsh. Leaves...

The Trump Bobblehead

Finding a place to live in Philly on a part-time income took much work. And at one point, I told my best friend, Bryan,...

The clock’s ticking, Karl

‘Twas one of those days one starts by referring to the old self with numbers and using the word ‘twas. Well, I wasn’t sure...

Borges and I

“To the other one, to Borges, is to whom things happen. I walk through the streets of Buenos Aires and I delay myself, perhaps...

Expecting

How long did it take to know a person? Two years? Six? She'd been married to John five years, but sometimes she felt she...

Jacks

In bed, a few weeks before Christmas, my boyfriend is scrolling through his phone after sex, looking for something to put in his cart....