Baba Yaga

by Caitlin Copland I dreamed of the Yaga. She looked me in the eye told me she would consume me. I was not afraid — even when she opened the skylight and began painting with my ashes. & & Caitlin Copland Quietly honing her wordsmith skills, she has recently found her voice in the rich soil … Continue reading Baba Yaga

Mental Health Day on Sunset Boulevard

by Gabriel Ricard Emily and her huge teeth had to learn the weird-waitress- in-a-small-neighborhood-being-eaten- alive-by-the-bigger-surrounding-one- way that you can’t just decide to go to Hollywood, because that’s easier than telling everyone that love is just the worst fucking kind of social contract. And then staying right the fuck there, with her feet on the ground, … Continue reading Mental Health Day on Sunset Boulevard

Cafone

by Salvatore Difalco When my father was in the late stages of terminal lung cancer — chemo and two operations had not slowed it down — a group of his friends came to our house to visit him. They had been drinking. Giacchino Palmieri, his godson, the loudest among them, slurred and slobbered greetings to my father, who was … Continue reading Cafone

The Empress

by Caitlin Copland Galaxies are breaking from your skin, love.Purple clad mystics, climbing stairwell veins,to breathe the tides of your good graces.Resting behind midnight blue arcanayou sit,Venus,crowned in sanguine stardustpouring seeded life over this half moon diadem.You are all things I am not.Holding this pomegranate worldwith open generosity,calling all those in need to drink.How could … Continue reading The Empress

Forgive Us

by Salvatore Difalco “Ma,” my sister said, “we’re taking you to an appointment. We have to be there at ten o’clock. Do you understand, ma?” Maria, the oldest of my cousins, had come along for support. My mother trusted her. She smiled at Maria; her eyes looked bluer than usual that day, eyes that had … Continue reading Forgive Us

To Great Lengths

by Gabriel Ricard Your out of body experience may vary, and a lot of it is going to depend on where you want the kids who won’t go home to bring your bones, when you’ve drank everything at some bozo’s inappropriate, fairly pathetic Cinco de Mayo, and you’ve committed yourself to eating flowers by the … Continue reading To Great Lengths

Two Poems by Elancharan Gunasekaran

At The DoorShe’s there each night,as I alight from the taxi.My Wife — the cockroachis at the same spot.Waiting for me,inviting me tocrush herbut…I can’t. DilemmaI can’t tell,who’s the pest.Is it us orthem?I bet it’s us,no them, no us,ask them, fuck them.&& Elancharan Gunasekaran Elancharan is a multidisciplinary artist and poet. He has a strange love for … Continue reading Two Poems by Elancharan Gunasekaran