Finite Theories by Daniel De Santiago

Thick tiredness grows on the people that turn the lights out late, and the morning Judies that stalk Starbucks at 4:00 a.m…just before they open. Chapped businessmen and women grow moans from outside while emerald-aproned soldiers ready their arms. Depressed merchants sell worn blankets and moon rocks for the first time over by the corner…

Friday Night Drive to Watertown by Brad Rose

I’m wearing flammable clothing. Also wearing the inflammable clothing. You can’t be too careful. Although it’s not posted, I’m driving the exact speed limit. It must have snowed last night, because I just passed a house with a square snowman. Man, I tell you, those kids have problems. I hope they get some help. Soon. You know what…

Two Prose Poems by Jeanann Verlee

Children Made of Cotton My son asks where he came from. It is my first lie. I say, I brought you home from a place where hundreds of little lamb-boys live. He says, Really!? I say, Yes, and I almost couldn’t choose. Then you, so bright and soft. I put you in my cart and went straight…

Manifest Destiny by Lisa Grove

I promised him buffalo. We left the deer in Michigan—twitches of tongue and fur in the roadside grass. The wind skins the plains of South Dakota, and we lick clean the pleiosaur bones. No buffalo. We wave to the Maserati Man, stopped for gas on the other side of Needle’s Eye, Wyoming. We enter the…

Defiling Monrovia by Eric Lawson

We began the afternoon drunk on our youthful vigor, emitting high-pitched howls of laughter recognition at our glorious in-jokes. We recited eulogies to the locals in the guise of long-forgotten commercial jingles and devoured the innuendo, so transparent. We imbibed glass after glass of top shelf wine, so necessary. We high-fived each other from across…

Three Poems by Nancy Lynée Woo

Blues and Greens We speak of the most intimate barbs in low growls. Chicken wire poking out of my throat, blue today but going back to green, there is a tiny laughing Buddha jumping on my chest. Sometimes, he is only an angler fish and I have swum too deep. There are no women allowed here. Back…