ISSUE I Page 2 of 16

I Am the Payment

walk past the same doorway every night for a week, where a man painted black, dressed in black, follows me like a dog up from a mine. I…

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Aksaray

That I walked past the flat of a Daesh sleeper cell once or twice means nothing here, impresses no one. That I saw housewives perched on banisters six…

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Between the Sea and My Television

Watching TV on the other side ______of the world, I’ve finally caught up ______to the future. I imagine I’ve made some progress ______locating a moral center. Blonde Russians…

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Miss

Play. It was down as a four but I had hopes of making one under. I swung the driver a couple of times before committing myself. The wind…

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An Asemic Writing Portfolio

Sights Along the Marmara

The world once I leave my apartment is an endless row of bootleg sneaker vendors, ice cream parlors, and butcher shops where sheep heads on spits wag their…

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Rhythm, 2018

I rip off my right arm and feed you, I watch you chew on it with endless hunger. My screams form rhythm, oscillation. I dance to their beat,…

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The Day After the Ankara Bombings

Somewhere on the outskirts of night, I’m ashamed to admit I’m lost. A man breathes with his tongue like a snake, no lips or nose at all, just…

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Ode to the Crescent Moon, 2012

This is an ode to the crescent moon, Now that my spirit has risen. Where I starve the flesh, And feed the skull, Where your deep-blue eyes tell…

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Burial in Gaza

(after Preludes IV, TS Eliot) Her body, uncurled loose, swells before a village square, is raised up by reluctant hands at 10 and 11 and 12 o’clock; long…

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