Taking Comfort

My little brother has rolled himself into a ball in the back of Grandpa’s pickup while mom—Grandpa is a mean bastard she says—is hollering at him to hurry the hell up before little Sammy dies. We—my sisters and I, and my brother who is bleeding all over the place—are being thrown about in the back…

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Towards the Chennai Train by Taxi

and the streets are running out with people and rickshaws, motorbikes (there, four adults on a single cycle), water buffalo stomping through traffic,   tilting their chins in response to horns begging them to move. The traffic slips ahead, crawling over itself like snakes in a pit,   falters, stops to ruminate, begins again.  …

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Joe Quinn

miss xanax (originally published in The Battered Suitcase Nov. ’08)   She says “you don’t have to watch” As she gets things ready Cellophane wrapper from a cigarette pack A lighter A cut straw The pills She says “you don’t have to watch But I need to do this” Takes the pills Places them on…

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Inside-Out

When I turn my body inside-out I do it the same way you would a piece of clothing: by pulling the top through the bottom. In other words, I pull my head through my anus. Basically, I reach up with my arm through my anus and grab the top of the inside of my skull…

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Joshua Paul Bocher

The Midnight of His Mind   As he speaks to me Of his troubles,   Someone I know Stands in a doorway   That connects two Rooms: the past   And the future. The past is painful   To look at, And the future   Seems so Far away,   But both Are steeped in…

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Desirée Jung: Featured Author

Invisible Creatures Orange laranjas, seis reais. The afternoon in Copacabana has sunscreen bottles and pharmacies. Near a tree, passengers wait at the bus stop. Secretly, I am naked in Portuguese. After a day at the beach, I drink coffee, and eat cheese buns. There is violence in Brazil, yes, but there is also so much…

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