I. The day will come. Don’t flinch. Stand tall: redwood spine, antelope eyes. Shake the mud from your boots. …
Down the road of leftover consonants, I walked. My feet crackled against the steel rims of Ls and Zs, against the armature of an entire language. A sea of words…
“The King appointed a festival which was to last three days, and to which all the beautiful young girls in the country were invited, in order that his son might…
He speaks “Australian,” waves his gun to disco. I picture your tank-topped, pink-goggled alter ego after the power grid burns out, West Coast overrun, gasoline gangs and post-urbanites foraging for…
Baldomero Jiminez saw Jesus Christ since the age of four. The first time was in a plate of eggs and sesos. When he pointed the nose and beard out to…
I don’t know how to pray I told Mr. Rogers He was sitting there in his cardigan canvas sneakers on his feet and I realized that those accessories were his…
I watch them pluck flowers for the altar. The service begins as a girl sets the table outside under a tree with branches intertwined. She has long pale braids and…
In the summer, if something falls from the sky in North Dakota, most likely it’s going to be rain. But that day, water wasn’t the only thing that landed in…
I did not win my drawers of ivory marauding in the night I do not spy to see if you are good or gay I do not ask that you…
Two months since the accident and Anita still believes she’s a corpse. She imagines her breath slick with decay, her skin sliming off in globs. Look, she tells her girlfriend.…
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