Fiction OVERTURE: SOMEWHERE IN NEW JERSEY, 2009. IT’S A WEEKNIGHT IN AUGUST. Your arms are sloppy around his veiny orange neck. They say the juice heads do it best, but he wouldn’t even pay for your funnel cake...
Poetry A Total Schenectady of the Heart. My transparent invitations via pop songs shouted hoarse/ summarized my status as an ill-tuxedoed groom
Flash Fiction I Don’t Make Promises Anymore you say i’ll go first if you promise to save me if i fall.
Poetry Shaun or Sean or Shawn says you're a great friend, 2006 sunken as a memory in the ember sunset / in that small place subliminal space in your head
Poetry Elephant Sinking Into a Mud Pit And for two more days the rescuers try to drag out / the grey giant with ropes — to no avail.
Flash Fiction An Afternoon Wedding The wedding planner skirts around him, out of the radius of his thrashing. She doesn’t have time to fight his hands away and explain that she’s not his bride.
Poetry Accident, Maryland Here old ladies brush their teeth with Desitin. Men step on the toes of priests. Strangers elbow strangers, their arms swinging back-and-forth like bells in a grandfather clock.
Flash Fiction Shedding The gentleman in the chair stood up, paid, and breezed by Avery on his way out. They shook their hair off their face and made their first eye contact with the barber.
Flash Fiction Sucking Candy Demise The man, not yet having nothing left to live for, agrees that the next such sucking candy he consumes will be the last;
Flash Fiction The Revolution “Cut it out. You and I both know you don’t have a revolutionary bone in your body, not to mention the fact that, as a lover, your lack of creativity is matched only by your lack of ambition.”
Poetry roadkill It was so sad to see those large horseshoes / dangle. Dogs I’ve seen and cats I see most.
Flash Fiction "Every little boy needs a dog," barks your mother That's odd, too. Your parents don't go out in winter. You pick up whatever they need.
Elia Karra's Srch Fr Th Mmrs Shopping malls and parking lots and all the places I knew I liked girls The first time I was misgendered was at a Taco Bell in Crossgates Mall in upstate New York. Or rather, this is the first time I specifically remember being misgendered.
Frances Klein Wants a Poet's Guide to Earth ███come to earth ██████████ An erasure from “Welcome to Earth” by Sturgill Simpson (A Sailors Guide to Earth)
Frances Klein Wants a Poet's Guide to Earth Brace ███ ██████ (████ A Little) An erasure from “Brace For Impact (Live A Little)” by Sturgill Simpson (A Sailors Guide to Earth)
