excerpts from your secret diary that is now mine i fantasize about strapping my boyfriend to the top of my car. it gets really exciting when he starts screaming and the winds are too high to hear him. i drive until the sun goes down so far we can’t see the hills because i mowed [...]
In Caitlin Thomson’s Incident Reports (Hyacinth Girl Press, 2014), the moon no longer appears in a post-apocalyptic night sky. Neither do the stars for that matter, but no one is counting these missing “bright holes” when loved ones have been “summoned” or go missing. The theme of absence dominates the first half of the book. [...]
The Street Where I Lived ______________________(on one Facebook thread, I asked for a childhood address ______________________and a detail from that house. 24 hours later, I asked for an ______________________address where something bad had happened and one detail ______________________from that house) I think it was on Reservoir Street _____on 1234 Fremont Street I think it was [...]
Bird, by Saumya Arya Haas, 2015. Ink and paper.
Saumya Arya Haas is an ALB candidate in Religious Studies at Harvard University. She lives with challenges due to a Traumatic Brain Injury. Prior to this life-altering injury, she engaged in interfaith/intergroup dialogue and Social Justice projects, advising organizations such as and , and has worked with the Parliament of World Religions, The UN World [...]
Bangles Sometimes they annoy me and I say I’m going to take them off for good. I remember the night when the bangle-seller eased them on: Bright and clattering, red and gold, spangly with glitter. For weeks afterwards, small shimmers appear On my clothes, my face, my husband’s blonde hair. The gentle glitterbomb of Love [...]
PIER AT CANNES seen at a film (fish) marketacross the bay, a string of lights never thought she’d find herself in an Antonioni film yet here she is and so is he— mere witnesses to an abstraction the dark sea and dark sky meet somewhere _________________she thinks, _____directing herself to find a gesture as apt [...]
Click image to order School for the Blind at Amazon.com. School of the Blind. Daniel Simpson. Poets Wear Prada, 2014. 31 pages, ISBN: 978-0692284575 Homer and Milton were blind poets but one doesn’t think of them as blind poets, only as poets. And that is what Daniel Simpson is: simply a good poet. He also [...]
Faux King in the Parking Lot It was in the parking lot at the Samba Club between sets at the Huxley wedding and he was an Elvis impersonator. We’d eyed each other during “Love Me Tender” through his heavy lashes he nodded me over. Ah, to be taken without being adored. Though to be adored [...]
Datura suaveolens If there were flowers on the moon they’d look like this, droopy and luminous, butter-colored, fading down to white, I’m thinking, swinging my bare feet, sipping at some moon-hued wine from the lunar landscape of Sardegna, just as he asks me if I know they’re often called “moon- flowers.” I did not know [...]
For a poet who confesses to having more subscriptions to science magazines than literary ones, it’s not surprising to find something like Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle couched in the closing of a poem such as “Your Way,” you get just one thing or the other— where the water came from, or the water. What is surprising [...]
The Downside of Superpowers Invisibility makes you aloof, brute super strength makes you an easy mark for anyone with trucks to haul, no spark of gratitude from them. The truth? Your gift is only special if there’s proof and ordinary mortals want your work to entertain them day and night, til dark, your life a [...]
Photo credit: Ronda Broatch Bio: Natasha Kochicheril Moni is a writer and a naturopathic medical student. Her poetry, fiction, essays, and reviews have been published in journals including Verse, Fourteen Hills, Indiana Review, and DIAGRAM. Natasha’s first poetry collection,The Cardiologist’s Daughter, was released by Two Sylvias Press in late 2014. More of her work and [...]
what we treat it as a hill so big it switches color when clouds push armadillo red ember echo picnic I dodder and I stray in crayfish streams a man carrying a dirigible defense the one we hand around is full final and stifling, like a love or re-entry the glove of Earth and staying [...]
The Infoxicated Corner and its regulars love few things in life more than a good arts party (a good arts party, I said). For this reason, I wanted to let all my nearest & dearest Northeastern friends know (if they didn’t already) about the really fun time that’s about to go down in Pittsburgh, PA, [...]
And Now You Want Me One More Time Your mother told me you were out with the stars. I tried to call but you left your phone on the counter. I went outside. The sun was up. I called your name to the sky. I couldn’t see anything but blue. I called out your name [...]
