Burst ||| Digital Americana

In his dream, things float. Cars lift unsteadily, the invisible bubbles they are in burst, and the cars crash back to the ground. People are under the cars sometimes. They splash fits of red and guts. In this dream he is teaching … Continued

Goliat ||| Waxwing Magazine

  Translated from the Spanish by John Pluecker Goliath They killed one of El Pareja’s neighbors: gunshot in the back; expanding bullet. The migra said the victim was smuggling people, drugs; said it was self-defense, said he only fired after … Continued

Change the Joke ||| Mandala Journal

“I know, you thought I was colored didn’t you?” “Change the joke and Slip the Yoke,” Ralph Waldo Ellison my father was a practical man never mentioned slavery or ‘isms, opted to believe in god and not King’s futile Theory … Continued

Found at Sea ||| COLORS Magazine

Roughnecks, roustabouts, derrickmen, drillers, toolpushers, virtually all male, working 12-hour shifts, night and day, atop platforms balanced on steel columns thrust thousands of feet into the Niger Delta, the gulfs of Mexico and Persia, the coastal waters of California, the … Continued

Sad Dictionary ||| Linebreak

Llamas dot the hills. White rugs on a green rug. You never had an iPod, so you can’t imagine how much better it is now. We have been to the Moon and made him our doormat. Painkiller of the night, … Continued

Tattoo ||| Rattle

Try telling the boy who’s just had his girlfriend’s name cut into his arm that there’s slippage between the signifier and the signified. Or better yet explain to the girl who watched in the mirror as the tattoo artist stitched … Continued

The Night Side ||| Ecotone

My real life—or what I think of as my real life—began in fiction. It was late March 1959. Earlier that month, I had turned fifteen, an occasion I had celebrated by nearly killing myself with a bottle of whiskey. In … Continued

A Bewilderment ||| BOMB

I have lost all luscious dreams beyond all kingdoms of thought. But then I feel a little happy thinking of you the way we invite our love to the table to eat what’s left; I make a stream connecting the … Continued

Watermelon Seed ||| 300 Days of Sun

It had been about two years since my sister and I had last seen each other, and I’d neglected to pick her up at the airport. Neglected as in unable. Unable as in drunk. Sister as in disapproving authority figure … Continued

Refrain ||| The Literary Bohemian

Every evening now I serve you butter chicken all cream and cardamom on a bed of jasmine rice with a bottle of Black Sheep Ale imported from England and later we make love with the lights turned off for the … Continued

Totality ||| Queen Mob’s Teahouse

I’m dancing tonight. Smog adrift lakeside. Smog and low clouds meeting in a mix above the industrial center and warehouses. I’m dancing in, through each party, threading through and back. The party is days old. I store a change of … Continued