Spare Parts
our hips and knees were not created in God’s image after all but subbed out to a committee of crazed angels high on ambrosial nectar and intent on making man a little lower than themselves the design working well in… Read more ›
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A.M.
Why do you draw the sheets over your head and shrink from the day? Is it because your father taught you life was an aching tooth to be endured until they finally removed it? Or that friends’ fatal illnesses began… Read more ›
Sweets and Coffee
We brush off the flour by tapping the pieces against the side of the box. and clump by clump, we savor the chewy dough, the small bits of pistachio clinging to the roofs of our mouths. This most sublime… Read more ›
Our First New Year Together
The languorous nights of summer are already a distant memory. The chilly mornings tug at us like an insistent suitor begging for a dance You’ve known the bitterness of love gone stale, the plague of war, the awful trembling… Read more ›
Terezin
The Elbe bore away their ashes and scoured clean the streets, the red earth by the fortress soaked up their blood, and they were gone, murdered, starved, deported, remembered only by the tidy baroque buildings groaning beneath their weight, the… Read more ›
Imperfect Love
I love you for the blue vein which crosses your shoulder like a river going nowhere, the overripe sag of your breasts that once let pencils fall, your spindly legs which barely hold your frame, the frizzy strands of hair… Read more ›
First Bike Ride
Almost overnight winter slinked away like a lethargic cat, his pneumonia was gone, and new life sprang from every withered branch, from every pool of melted snow. He could feel his own pulse quicken as he oiled the chain on… Read more ›
Postcard from Nicaragua
you can call me vos (tu in other parts) I am Arturo Puro Corazon a Latino trapped in a gringo’s body his legs too long for the taxis in Managua the knees crammed up to his eyeballs his feet too… Read more ›
Bad News
Bad news is a basset hound familiar with your scent. It always finds you out. Shut down your cellphone, close your inbox, burrow six feet under, a mole will deliver the message. It never comes on grim grey days,… Read more ›
Glimpses
glimpses of beauty so rare they seem imagined the white tip on the shark’s tail sashaying past the rocks the glassy eye of the scorpionfish peering through its camouflage the spotted wings of the baby-faced eagle rays blending into the… Read more ›