by Jeffrey Yamaguchi The small bottle of shampoo looks like glass, but turns out to be plastic. Its lighter weight and flimsy body throws off my fingers’ calibration — I lose my grip, and it falls to the floor in a whirlpool of soap suds and hot water disappearing down the drain. I don’t bother to bend over and pick Read More
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Cocktails & Dreams, Baga, Goa
by Satya Dash quantum of pepper in a Bloody Mary so perfectequates tipsy to happy rolling down my throatin jeeps of pinwheel candy seducing stomachyou Sir be a fine mess belly blushing a baby’s pinkmy frame a door to seaweed pleasure to impermanenceland of bones heaped on sour cream a cathedral’s holyharmony of slow guzzling throat raised prostrateat gravity’s feet Read More
all i’m thinking about
by Paul Robert Mullen the trees in huckleberry grove were bending touching their toes in the gustsso we drove down to the coast where boatsbobbed drunk in the stormand waves curled like hands scraping back the sand who’d have known that laterwhen clouds were sucked into science-fictionelectric white we would be saton benches / walking through pathways where birds singresting Read More
The Cairn on the Beach
by Annie Bien Artha’s feet sank into sand, the tide swept waves forward, ocean swarmed his legs, stung his ankle wounds. He cringed, dreading the whip, shouts, lacerations. He sank torso deep. Stay still. No more fire, collapsing wood, temple crashing, shouts, running, no darted thigh, falling. He remembered the boy blowing into his trunk, whispering: “No more whips, marigold Read More