It’s Thursday, my mascara smells like alcohol, something strong and boozy like, 12 dollar fifth of gin and gluey eyes, the stranger at the bar leans across the table and I put a fork in his hand and then read an article that says toss if smell changes becomes a mantra that milk smells, toss … Continue reading
Author Archives: Hailley Fargo
For Marcia — Ariana Uding
She won’t say be practical: world doesn’t need more biologists or businessmen. Lexicon never far from the ‘80s, like totally grody, gag me with a spoon dude, you’re not gonna meet a man in a bar, by the time you’re 40 the internet’s not so bad just play the field, keep options open (like her … Continue reading
The Trick to Being Shameless — M. Sioned Curoe
Coyote Dreams — M. Sioned Curoe
I. Coyote dreams before the people come before he is more than a concept he’s breath running the plains after Jack Rabbit Continue reading
Bag of Hope — Michele Bombardier
I made goody bags for the surgeons, anesthesiologists, the post-op pain team, brightly colored, festooned with curly ribbons, stuffed with jams, chocolates, cookies. I loaded them right onto my husband Continue reading
Artist’s Bio: the Banjo Guy on Fourth and Main — William Jolliff
It started out as shtick, a beggar’s gaff, something to set him apart from the poor who only hold out hats or wear their signs: Need Gas, Need Food, Out of Work. Continue reading
The Prophet Amos Adds a Postscript — William Jolliff
Hear this word, you cow of Bashan, who are on the mountains of Samaria, who oppress the poor, who crush the need… As I said, the Lord called me, took me away from my flocks, told me, “Boy, give’m hell.” And it was nothing short of hell I gave them. He showed me a vision—think … Continue reading
Our Father — Howard Winn
who are in Disneyland. hallowed be thy name, thy Kingdom come, thy will be done in Wonderland with blessed Mickey, Minnie, Donald and Goofy, history sacrosanct and candied like apples or Mr. and Ms. We dream of the Magic Kingdom, flags forever waving. Speak to us, oh sacred dead Walt, we discover you through thy … Continue reading
Run-on — Paulina Harrison
There’s method in the madness of rants that continue to go on and on never ending and always changing subjects without any warning and I like how she sings I wish I could sing like a little bird in a great green field where the hills are alive with the sound of music which is … Continue reading
don’t stop — Dustin Brown
when the sparrow tells you to stop don’t listen to him and when he pecks out your teeth don’t stop don’t stop even if his wings explode or if he speaks in tongues Continue reading
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