It was midway through the wake’s visiting hours, and the mortuary’s tiny chapel had grown crowded. 

Macapá city, the capital of Amapá state, is a unique Brazilian city crossed by the Amazon River.

It’s getting louder inside and outside at the picnic tables under the yellowish canopy. Naptime is over, and...

By Tom Campbell. “I erased the line with my bare heel. But this chook kept on looking. ” My brother and I drew a line in the dirt. We...

You and I — just married, like cattle to the herd, unsurely out of childhood, learning to love. The night was still not quiet...

“When they switched to hi-def, and my TV stopped working, I draped the old console— twenty-six inches from Curtis Mathes—in a quilt ...

You held out until the fall. You understood that to disappear in the months of such life beforehand would have had dire effects, and...

By Francesco Capasso "This work aims to reflect on identity and self-search, a current theme that poses questions. It attempts to break...

He died on a steamboatgambling his way back East.

Chest pressed against hera city Angellessdressed in concrete skin,listening to her hum, a hymn.

The broken ones can't find home, so they wander and live in cardboard boxes...

“…Why do they call you Consequential I?”And he’s all, “Well, because my name’s Ivan.”So I say, “Sure, but why Consequential?…”

… Have mercy on this little soul who cannot summon any strength, who cannot forward any goal, who cannot find the height or length…

… my imagination spins entire lives lived in the infinite spaces between seconds.”

…I wonder what tempest simmers in your ribcagewhat passions I could unleash…

I saved a scrap of paper that you wrote my name on, probably to remind yourself that I exist

…I bartered quicklywith god on the bathroom floor, decided I’d be fine to go—but mom argued...

… I used to hate this drink, now I crave it And the cup reads ‘caution’ as a mocking…

… A rope descends from above,Two officers drop onto my patio.They grab the pots,Using both hands…

… For the love of God, Hector would one day strip Patroclus naked, leave him in rot under the Anatolian sun…