Cup of Tea

Cup of Tea Naru Dames Sundar A cup of tea lies in a treacherous cleft of quiet neutrality, Oxford china perched in the hands of the lapel-starred general, Sitting on dust clotted wicker in the veranda (not his veranda) Of her house. Her — bone weary, trembling, hidden...

Four Moons

Four Moons John Philip Johnson 1. Potential of Light With three new moons shining over us, they say we have conquered the darkness. I hate it, but the thought fills even me with a jingoistic pride. We get so much more done. They were hammered out of asteroids, fixed...

Three Poems by Ingrid Jendrzejewski

Pear Tree I am turning into a pear tree. It has taken me months to realize it, but there are things that, after time, one can’t deny. My legs have become stiff and unyielding. Wooden, one might say, if one lacked tact. My bodily systems have begun to feel botanic,...

family (a form somehow must)

family (a form somehow must) Gwynne Garfinkle the cat vanishes forever between one episode and the next so does our beloved dog (we don’t notice) the girls once had a different dad the boys, a different mom now they’re gone never to be mentioned like the...

Instructions for Astronauts by Michael Janairo

Instructions for Astronauts Michael Janairo I. The People of the One Ship By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return. — Genesis 3:19 Oh, Voyagers, Our...

The Study

The Study Mari Ness In the mirrors, a monster with stolen eyes and breath, hungry for human speech. In the doors the shadows of her wedding guests, mourners weeping over fruits and sweets. In the walls sweet roses and disease, harsh chemicals and slow decay. In the...

The Process

The Process Sonya Taaffe Kafka has gotten lost in his own adjective. Yesterday he wrote me from Zürau, but my address was censored and the envelope shook out a blue rat, the postmark in two inks dripping from its mouth like hemorrhage. All roads lead to Prague, he...