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Michael Simms: Mac

One of my first mentors was Mac McInerny, an old farmer who hired me when I was 16 to work in his greenhouse and to do handyman repairs for his friends. We drove around town in his beat-up pickup truck delivering gravel and lumber, fixing roofs and planting trees.

November 27, 2021 · 11 Comments

Tom Engelhardt: Welcome to the Martians!

Our World Is Increasingly Like a Science-Fiction Novel.

November 24, 2021 · 2 Comments

Katy Giebenhain: Falling Asleep in a 300-Year-Old Industrial Cottage in Derbyshire Surrounded by Star Wars Action Figures

the enemy with a thousand faces
the mentor with a thousand faces
the waitress with a thousand faces

November 17, 2021 · 2 Comments

Al Ortolani: The Taco Boat

Last night, I bought a 12-pack of tacos
at Taco Bell, not because I was
especially hungry, but because I could.

November 9, 2021 · 3 Comments

Patricia Jabbeh Wesley: Flying

When I grow up, I want to be a fish,
 a big blue fish if I ever grow up.

October 26, 2021 · 6 Comments

Jose Padua: A Routine Evaluation of My Accomplishments at a Late Stage in the Middle Part of My Career

These years of love
have sustained me far beyond anything
I ever could have imagined; a dusting to
an inch of snow overnight on cold asphalt
resulting in a two hour delay is all part
of the good life.

October 23, 2021 · 1 Comment

Jose Padua: A Short History of Monsters and Everything Else that Gives Substance to the Dream

in deference to the perverse dreaming
of the dwindling numbers of the upwardly mobile as
they trash and burn their merry way to their new luxury
condominiums decorated in beautiful pastel colors.

October 14, 2021 · 2 Comments

Michael Simms: Meconium

it is sacred, the way
soil clinging to the seed
of a new shoot
pushing out of the earth
is sacred

October 2, 2021 · 11 Comments

Jose Padua: On These Passing Hours of Butterflies and Dangerous Living

In my darker hours I like to imagine a knitting club
where no one is allowed to smile.

September 21, 2021 · Leave a comment

Jefferson Carter: Cat & Transient

I swore I’d stop writing about liberal guilt
& about cats too, but I must confess
last night, I groomed our little black cat
with my tongue

September 14, 2021 · 1 Comment

Dawn Potter: Heat Wave

a squirrel is hurling insults, and beneath his screeches the cicadas
insist and sigh, insist and sigh, unmoved by his grandiloquent snit.

September 13, 2021 · 8 Comments

Jose Padua: In Proclamation to the Emperors of Agony

Seeing an audience in Central Park holding up their middle fingers in unison is one of my fondest memories—even though I wasn’t among those for whom the finger was intended.

August 21, 2021 · Leave a comment

Abby Zimet: Banksy’s Most Excellent Spraycation

“A wall is a very big weapon,” Banksy says. “It’s one of the nastiest things you can hit someone with.”

August 17, 2021 · Leave a comment

Michael Gregory: This is your mind as green slime mold

mingling molecules and attitudes
sinews and desires platitudes and functions
nervous circuits and circadian rhythms pure crap
and masterful conceptions

August 8, 2021 · 2 Comments

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