ISSUE III Page 1 of 3

When We Come Back to Town, We Come Back to the Body

Small network of streets, avenues like arteries, each house an organ that shudders and pumps fueled not by blood but people who flow out and back, who serve…

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Petrichor or the Smell of Rainy Memories

Long black -h-a-i-r- ___________that you wear ____________________over beauty breast: Growing from birth ____________________retractable over time; Pure                                organic                              liana                              from                              here to here (now)— ________________________________(…) ___________To hear what’s…

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Europea

Ordnung ist das halbe Leben Die andere Hälfte ist Hacken Nous irons chercher l’éspoir Voulez vous? Nous irons Voilà, la police, voilà la police, voilàlapolice Nilipolala? ulipolala? wapi…

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The Bird Feeder

The figure receding ahead is, you know, Happiness. Not fleeing, rather lazing, enjoying the displays and racks of goods, the spiels and dappled colors (it’s a bazaar); the…

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Old Man Awakening

As though a feathered something brushing past his cheek, then whispered almost words. He gropes, not certain what was dream and what perception, hovers for a moment in…

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Blue in Red

The fat grey millipede, also new to these parts, is not as proudly poisonous as the bantam spider with a kind of gang-tag. They are on their way…

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Something Like Spanish

The local lake gnaws on what it’s gnawed on for centuries. At the diner, a man and woman refuse to talk. The coffee, steaming and black, has to…

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Cerca Trova

Intense dense city trapped inside summer’s dance torpor; in the distance trembles innocence, tristesse: Wilted fields, ________________________________________________burnt scents, _________________________________making senses new _________________________________in the cyclic station _______________________________________of Evidence. B…

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Dispatches from the City of Children

1 THERE ARE FIFTY TO A HUNDRED CHILDREN hammering at the door to my apartment. I can’t count them. They stuck chewing gum over the peephole. I can…

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The Temptation of St. Anthony

He has braced himself for a swarm of girls like those he saw unwillingly in the city once and cannot unsee. Their scent will surround him; they will…

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