Washed Away

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

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